| At about two o’clock, my thoughts began to darken considerably, and I ran soapy water into the kitchen sink, because there were dishes to do. I do housework when I get agitated. I let the dishes soak, and I put on a random record from the pile of stuff that had arrived in the mailbox while I was out touring Europe. The record I put on is by a one-man act called Park, and it’s called Bemusement. The sleeve lists an Iowa City address. Weird. It’s guy-with-a-guitar-and-a-casio stuff, which is not usually the sort of thing I listen to, but I was feeling a little too downtrodden to take it out of the CD player when I heard the crackling high-treble enthusiasm of the album’s first song hitting its stride. I just let it play. |