Good God! I wrote notes for this post but I can’t read them. I wrote on the back of a print out of my medical follow-up appointments. I was in a hurry to meet my friend– let’s see what it says on there…inysprit byt clurs nrtin I’ve been in a time warp Buffalo Springfield mew miu meia soul sixties garage music ivaautinnnng.
Got it? What it might be saying is that for the last couple of days I have lived in a 1960s time-warp, far away from the misery of now as I can be. That future that I fantasized when I was a child back then never materialized, except for the fantasy about being able to eat whatever the fuck I want for dinner, like cakes and strudels.
Now I am a girl in the 1960s wearing pleather go go boots and a hippy vest. Listen to the sixties garage music. Listen to the music of your grandparents, who were much cooler than you:
The voice of this singer reminds me a little of Neil Sedaka:
Try this on — Cream’s the shit!
And, oh yeah, Buffalo Springfield rules!