Many years ago, at the dawn of my cafe-artist life, where I ceased actually making music and began talking about it and art while exploring new dimensions of inebriation, my art-fag crew and I were sitting around a going through pitcher after pitcher of beer (we had yet to discover the efficiency of brandy, gin, and whiskey) and there was a table full of art-school-fruityloops at the next table, discussing something about ... i'm not sure, but I would surmise modern dance ...

"The toe is trivial!" blurted out a another certified art-fag in a shrill, nasally whine that cut through the din ...

I ridiculed then the remark, the sentiment, and even the anonymous ass-clown who said it, and I do so again as I type these words almost 35 years later.

Berkeley is possibly the Cafe-Artist capital of the world. I say possibly only because I've not spent any time in New York, London, Paris, or any other boho-certified metropolis long enough to determine. San Francisco has a new breed of art-fag: the Burners (a derivation of Burning Man), but that is an essay for another day.

As a result of my experiences in the cafe-artist world and as a bonafied art-fag for many years, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie Art School Confidential.