Yep! Tonight, over and over, is "Some Velvet Morning" -- but it's not my fault! I looked up an old childhood friend who is also named Susan, and later she sent me a ceedee she put together of different versions of that freak Lee Hazlewood's classic bit of unaccountable meter-shifting psychedelic weirdness. (I guess that means she "gets" me!)
The show starts out with a prank call that I made, and therein lies a small explanation. There was an ad on Craigslist calling for volunteers to take a trip to the planet Serpo. I couldn't resist answering it even though it had been taken down within hours of when I discovered it--but I had printed it out, and there was a phone number. (Of course when I called it and spoke to the answering machine, I was recording my end of it--but in my haste and performance anxiety, I forgot to turn the goddamned mike on. DAMMITDAMMITDAMMIT! So I had to recreate the call-since I had basically scripted out what I wanted to say, it was easy. But boy, that misstep pissed me off. And I never heard back from the guy mentioned in the ad, who doubtless was getting pranked by some fuckers he knew.)
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