And ...

... this day here now leaving has been good same old same old early dog day too much. Sun and river and motion. Finally had an Appolo bagel and I see why their lines are so crazy long. I did some painting and had a dream about Linda Spalinno - a high school girlfriend who I wanted to like but really didn’t want to kiss all that much but did anyway. 

I walk by the park on the way to the river. Workers are planting plants. A guy in a chair says to me … 

Him - you know what they’re planting. 

Me - no I don’t. 

Him - plants.  the kind you smoke. You know. 

Me- I think you’re putting me on. 

Him - I’ll put you on or down or up or anyway you want. 

I smiled, and flashed him and peace sign and walked on.

It’s brutally hot, almost impossible to be on the street and not feel assaulted, wanting to run for cover to water and coolness. Lovin’ Spoonful days.

I love the Mamas and Papas. Trying to decide what their best song is. Maybe No Salt on her Tail.

Was sitting on my fire escape and everyone walking down the street was double. i.e. double vision. who knows why. made me think of an idea for a play - a virus that makes everyone dupilcate and be responsible for their new twin. 

I love how music takes you back and - if it doesn't make you feel like you did back then - you feel some of that long gone

gorgeous free thing. I just listened to Tim Buckley's Phantasmagoria in Two Chords.  Time travel.