But Apollo 17 was the last lunar mission, so Apollo 18 the record is sort of a poor substitute for an actual moon launch. Cheaper for everybody. It seemed to tie together partly the idea of space but also being spaced out. Which seems silly to have as a theme for a record, but it’s such a common state for me and John.
So a couple of weeks ago Apollo turned 18 so OBVIOUSLY the thing to do was paint her a, uh, “minimalist” version of the Apollo 18 cover with the glitter watercolours I just got. I know it looks like a 6-year-old did it but I’ve hardly painted anything since I was a 6-year-old so GIVE ME A BREAK. And also yeh these are not real paints. But it was fun!
I was listening to “I Palindrome I” yesterday and I got the “grandfather clock” pun for the first time and I feel so dumb now
I remember long ago in the newsgroup hearing somebody’s insane interpretation of “Fingertips” being the story of a life cycle. It was, um, creative. I don’t even remember how the fuck it was all supposed to work but I do remember that “What’s that blue thing doing here?” was supposed to be a pregnancy test. Um ok.