I got home from picking up final papers and projects and began singing Supertramp’s “Fool’s Overture.”
No, I have no damned idea why.
This was my first Supertramp record—only it wasn’t mine, it was my sister’s. I don’t how often she played it, but I used to lay on the floor of our (finished) basement, stereo speakers on either side of me, and listen to the hell out of it.
I didn’t listen to the whole thing again, don’t know if I’ll ever listen to an entire Supertramp song again, but, y’know, in case you were wondering what you were missing. . . .
(Yes, I’ve been missing. Still working on that.)
Anyway. Memory is weird. Life is strange.
