I took the last couple days off work. Burning off some PTO. Felt good.
Yesterday I rode my bike to hike on Mt. Talbert, which I don't think I'd been to since my kid started going to daycare. It felt weird not having 25 pounds of snoozing toddler in a hiking backpack on my person. I felt free. The dappled sunlight, overmemorized paths, and hyperactive squirrels pleased me greatly. It smelled like September 10th. And now that I know I can bike there, hike from the bottom to the top, and get back all in an hour and a half, I may need to go more frequently.
On Monday I biked up to Little Axe Records, always a good time, both the biking part and the record store part. The clerk was playing his personal (original!) copy of Pari Zangeneh's The Series of Music for Young Adults, part of my soundtrack from Cargo Bike Summer 2023, and I was soaking it up. I bought a reasonably-priced copy of Jody Harris/Robert Quine's Escape (c.f. this blog in May)
I also bought a reasonably-priced copy of the Craven Fops' Pleasure. I love saying the name "Craven Fops" and it's a good record in the inconvenient 10" format.
I looked for anything on them besides the singles I'd heard previously. This ended me up on r/vintageobscura, which showed me that session bassist par excellence Herbie Flowers died a week ago. RIP to the man whose lateral-thinking downtuned floppy heavy bass solo on Nilsson's "Jump into the Fire" showed me that another world is possible.
