it's early afternoon. i'm laying on the couch that i slept on. still in my pajamas. unshaved, unwashed. the curtains are drawn. it might be raining. it might be sunny. what's the difference, really?
disintegrating is a slow process. you look in the mirror and something is missing. something minuscule, but something important. splash your face with water, look up. you look different. something in the eyes.
alexander spence was disintegrating when he recorded oar. part (or perhaps) most of him was gone by the time he put it to tape.
your eyes are puffy. you're starting to gray. you are lost for words alot of the time. usually you just give up looking for them.
he was the original drummer for jefferson airplane. guitarist for moby grape. none of that mattered once he released oar. his lone solo album.
lie back down. go to sleep. this too shall pass. i know it will.
i've got nothing else to say about this record. it's the soundtrack of my day. sadly beautiful. g'night. talk to you guys later.
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