Fog in my Blood

California Soul

Like a song you hear

That lingers in your ear

But you can't forget

From sundown to sunset

It's all in the air

You hear it everywhere

No matter what you do

It's gonna grab a hold of you

California soul, California soul

They say the sun comes up every morning

And if you listen oh so carefully

The winds that ride on the high time

Whistle in melody

And so the people started to sing

And that's how the surf gave birth untold

To California soul, California soul

When you hear the beat

You wanna pat your feet

And you've got to move cause

It's really such a groove

Puts a brand new kind of thinkin' in your mind

And you can't go wrong

'Cause you're groovin' all day long

California soul, California soul

They had the melody and the beat

But it still didn't seem complete

Until they saw two lovers kissin'

They knew just what was missin'

So happy they were rockin' and reelin'

Because that added that lovin' feeling

To California soul, California soul

Like a song you hear

That lingers in your ear

California... soul

California... soul

December 26, Highway 101: Moss covered Mission San Miguel sits just off the highway, as it has for over two centuries. In it's perfect setting, it has a quiet dignity; quite untouristy, yet inviting. It looks as though no one has ever bothered to pull off the highway to visit.

Alongside the highway we pass green velvet hills that roll past in an endless procession; we amble beneath Maxfield Parrish clouds. The Nascimiento River, flat as glass, lazily meanders back and forth to the right of us, then to the left, and back again. Shadows of clouds rest on hillsides, here and there, their only purpose to add contrasting shades to the palette of the California landscape.

This section of Highway 101 is sponsored by -- no kidding -- "Ghosts are Everywhere." Hmmm.

There's something peculiar about a propane truck leaving a pasture populated by cows.

December 27. San Francisco. The Embarcadero. Dawn: The sourdough bread truck is the very first delivery truck of the day to pull up to the Ferry Building, and it doesn't seem kitschy at all. The commuters trudge with determination like the March of the Penguins off the ferry, scurrying up Market Street to skyscrapers still illuminated with holidays lights. The only San Franciscans to meet them are the joggers who turn out rain or shine and the elderly Chinese woman doing Tai Chi on the pier, all with expressions of intense concentration. In contrast, the tourists amble aimlessly -- even in front of traffic.

I never will forget Jeanette MacDonald

Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang

I never will forget, how that brave Jeanette

Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang...

San Francisco, open your Golden Gate

You let nobody wait, outside your door

San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one

Saying I'll wander no more.

Other places only make me love you best

Tell me you're the one in all the Golden West

San Francisco, I'm coming home again

Never to roam again...

San Francisco, right when I arrive

I really come alive

And you will laugh to see me,

Perpendicular, hanging on a cable car

San Francisco, let me beat my feet

Up and down Market Street

I'm gonna climb Nob Hill, just to watch it get dark

From the Top of the Mark

Oh, there's Brooklyn Bridge, London Bridge,

And the bridge of San Luis Rey

But the only bridge, that's a real gone bridge,

Is the bridge across the bay

To San Francisco, I'm coming home again,

Never to roam again, by gum

San Francisco--don't call it Frisco

San Francisco, here I come!

Judy Garland live at the Herbst Theatre