The Mississippifarian

Raining here. Cleaning the air, knocking the cockleballs and gnarly bits of pollen, mold and winter filth to the ground. Cool, clean air helping to revive me from lunchtime’s MSG overdose. A good damp but not so wet that the spot from the kicked bowl of wonton soup hasn’t all but dried. 

If you’re into chartreuse, I think the trees here peaked yesterday. Today they’re just the slightest bit darker, and no longer quite so suggestive of impressionist art. I like when nature conforms to art, but then one of my many talents is my ability to take off my glasses and turn any landscape into an impressionist tour de blur. (Hmm. That van Gogh above got damaged in the file conversion. For the exact shade of chartreuse I’m talking about, go here. When I say peak, I mean day glo.)

Chartreuse is an obscene color, imho, when found anywhere but in nature (or paintings of nature). When found on trees, chartreuse tells me that spring is here. Chartreuse clothing or drinks annoy me. They make me thing it’s spring when it’s not. Synthetic chartreuse fucks with your biorhythms.

The wet trees in the mini-park across the way and behind the strip mall aren’t chartreuse anymore. They’re one day closer to being green, but now they just look a sickly yellow-green, with leaves in need of sunshine and some encouragement. Tibetans moving into the neighborhood seem to have helped.

There’s nothing like that first end of the day double bong hit to put me in a Mark Trail frame of mind. For a moment there, I didn’t even feel like making fun of Republicans, teams from Boston, or city people in general. 

I had some more links but I’m canceling them on account of rain. And I’m uploading a rainy twilight music set. Sorry about the mystery song but hey kids — I’ve got a new and improved download system!

I realized all I needed to do was to throw the songs into a folder, zip it, upload and voila! your set ce soir. Just download, double-click and it should open. Feed into your .mp3 player and, for maximum listening pleasure, sequence the songs in this order. (Did I mention this is a 109MB file? Hey, what’s a little bandwidth between friends?)

Just one more thing. There’s a listening “bump” about three and a half minutes from the end to wake you up so you can go to bed after listening to an hour and a quarter of my idea of rain music. 

Typical. Before the set was uploaded the rain ended and the sun came out.

#@$!

I think I’ll pull the shades and watch the rest of Sweeney Todd. No sense ruining a perfectly good melancholy groove.

Update: Now we’ve got one of those odd skies where the pale sky reflects on the clouds, turning them deep blue, inverting the sky and making the clouds into the wild blue. 

No, I don’t have my glasses on. Why?