Warning, stream of thought ahead. I may never clean up this entry, dear journal-forgive any errors.
Since I spent a good part of my youth in South Florida, I regularly swam in the Bermuda Triangle.
This does not mean anything in particular to me, but I realize that I haven’t really heard much about the old Devil’s Triangle much in recent years. The only reason it even came to mind was because I was listening to a little 13th floor elevators on my way to a doctor’s appointment, and it reminded me of the first couple of time I’d heard the song- in South Florida, natch. Picked up a Roky tribute CD in the Liberties bookstore in Boca Raton sometime in 1992, (about the same time I was crushing on the very Irish-named head of the children’s book department Shelagh O’Sullivan – who likely did not even know my name) called “Where the Pyramid Meets the Eye”. Some of the songs on that album are pretty great, some are terrible.
Watch “Bermuda – Roky Erickson” on YouTube
Vibrating Egg cover –
Getting better, but it’s slow going. New phone is fun, and easy to doodle on.
Tomazooma says I’ll be better soon, if I keep giving Wyatt Wingfoot lots of sacrifices. I’m still overdue to bring some folks Christmas presents, so at this rate they’ll be enjoying springtime before getting winter goodies.
Maximillian Deersteak caught this shot of Pyewacket bring a sun cat rather than a snow cat. #catsofinstagram #flurfy via Instagram http://bit.ly/2DIbIrM