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.