Sunday, August 22
I go for a walk through the woods in weather that wishes October had already arrived. I listen to the Parliament album Motor Booty Affair.
For me, this album shows Parliament at their best. They have the overlapping voices down pat and the lyrics still don’t make sense in a way that seems to make sense – as opposed to later when they began to miss the core conceits that they used to power the nonsense.
As I walk through the woods I see a fallen tree that has become a breeding ground for some mushrooms. I stop to photograph it. As I do I feel raindrops a-falling on my head and speed up.
I arrive home once more just as the rain begins.