What a comeback. Unable to escape the album covers that currently decorate the pink flamingo bedroom where I sleep on El Camino in Berkeley. Long play, between the earth and the night sky, 360 degrees all around, where four walls meet the ceiling, these albums continue to spin under my eyelids at 33.3 RPM REM. Rotations Per (ante meridian) Minute; Rapid Eye Movements. The stylus rides in the grooves of my brain, picking up the vibrations carved in the cortex, and is attached to a cantilever arm with a magnet (to the next generation) at the other end. What a bridge. What a comeback.
These are the album covers that currently decorate the pink flamingo bedroom where I sleep:
Joan Baez Baptism > Rolling Stones Let it Bleed > Quicksilver Messenger Service > Bob Dylan Highway 61 Revisited > doors > Queen The Game > The Manhatten Transfer > Santana Araxas > Jefferson Airplane Takes Off > Magical Mystery Tour Beatles > Country joe and the Fish > The times they are a changin Bob Dylan > Steppenwolf > Tarrio Brewer and Shirley > Blues Breakers John Mayall with Eric Calpton > Black > Crown of Creation Jefferson Airplane > Rubber Soul > Stephen Stills > Born to be Wild > Tea for the Tillerman Cat Stevens > Asleep at the Well > Other side of this life> Ray rogers Chops not chaps > Surrealistic Pillow > Arlo Guthrie Running down the Road > Donovan Sunshine Superman > The Allman Brothers' Band Brothers and Sisters > Blind Faith Eric Clapton >The Rolling Stones > Israeli Gears Cream > Linda Ronstadt
Yesterday I just happened to run into one of my old classmates at parking lot in downtown Oakland and still recognized him though I hadn't seen him since we graduated from high school some 45 years ago. That was when I was visiting Joanie Blank, founder of the Good Vibrations sex toys shop on San Pablo and avid co-houser. Today I had a moving encounter (planned) with an old close friend whom I have not seen for over 30 years.
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