Tryin’ to make it real…

It’s been a week of Prog Rock insanity and the family have gone the beach leaving me alone in the house with the animals and the records and the thoughts in my head.

The dog woke me up at 4:30 a.m. and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I made coffee and played King Crimson albums form Larks Tongues In Aspic through Red and Fracture from Starless twice. I then mowed the lawn and went to work.

On the way I rocked out to David Bowie and drank more coffee.

I have been hyper ever since and it is almost 100 degrees.

Came home played Richard Thompson’s Daring Adventures, ate dinner and watched Hell on Wheels and realized there was no way I was ready for sleep.

Digging around in the pile of records I found this. I bought it the other week and forgot about it:

flack

About three tracks in I am now soothed by the soulful voice of Miss Flack and some ace arrangements, hopefully the animals keep to themselves in the morning.