Waterloo Records

Tuesday night, along with the Pisces and the red headed Capricorn, we all ventured into Waterloo Records. I picked up a discount copy of Jimmy LaFave’s Texoma. Heard it was good, it got a little local radio play, and as I listened to it over and over, I was intrigued by it. An album named for a large reservoir on the Red River, not really country, not really rock. It’s a Texas thang. “Elvis loved his Mama. Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” [Gratuitous Cap reference.] Movie reference: Dancer, Texas, Pop. 81. “You’d better start swimming or you’ll sink like a stone for the times, they are a’changin’.” [The Times Are A’Changin’, Bob Dylan, recorded 10/63, released 1/64.] The ‘astrology murder mystery’ book I’ve been reading is okay — but the pacing is off. There’s too much texture, not enough substance. Suddenly, I find myself trying to skip pages. Which got me thinking about a criticism of my scopes. But there’s a difference, my scopes run between 100 and 200 words, not 80,000 words. And scopes don’t suffer from plot devices. Besides, it would be okay to cut some scopes in length, just not the important one, which would be, any one of the 12 signs. I’ll be glad when Mercury gets turned around, and I go back to being coherent.