It’s the morning after a day of snowfall. It’s still chilly out doors and remanents of white on remain in patches on the lawn.
Songs from the Sparks album Hello Young Lovers are playing. The music is adding to the oddly surreal mood. It seems somehow to be an odd jerky echo of the DVD I bought yesterday, That’s Entertainment, only the annoying factor is on 11.
Sparks must have been insanely big in Japan. I think I heard Germany laughing in derision.
It all makes about as much sense a road sign I’ve noticed in the last few weeks. There are two. One on Churn Creek Road north of Browning Street and another on Old Alturas Roadnear Old Oregon.
They read “Restrict truck noise , residential area”.
Other than blowing one’s horn what noises do trucks make that the driver could control? I’m stumped. Do trucks sing loudly, fart, bray like donkeys?
Ah, Syd Barrett is now singing. Hurray! Something that makes sense.