I hate linking to the Guardian, but some context is needed / something other than a Tumblr, Pinterest or Facebook post.
'Cos I was just talking to an American friend about Erase Errata...
In my favourite cafe (best coffee in town; best chips; best fry-up), this afternoon, doing a bit of work -- scribbling an episode of a new series of The Order -- when this came on their play-list (couldn't think what is was for a minute):
Before it, "the album version of "Hocus Pocus" by Focus -- with its escalating yodel-outbreaks vs full-on Ackermann geetar solos that go up and up til there's nowhere left to go. Reminded me I'd seen Focus in yeovil in the mid-70s; and again, more recently, when they returned a few years ago, and I finally got to meet Thijs Van Leer, 40 years too late!
Yesterday, the full-length version of "Frankenstein" by Edgar Winter Group (another long-term perennial favourite!) -- hear this about once every 10 days or so in there! They've also been rocking the full-length one-album-side long version of "In A Gadda Da Vida" (Iron Butterfly) quite a bit lately too.
Many, maaaany years ago, the same premises was a half-price-return book shop (that sold porn under the counter!) and my favourite cafe table is mere inches away from where my childhood other.self used to browse buy second-hand Marvel comics from a big pile for 6d - or if you were lucky - 3d! And all along that wall was slots full of 2nd-hand SF and Fantasy books. On the opposite side, roughly where I sit now, all the reissued US pulp stuff was displayed including all the 60's Doc Savage paperbacks. Oh, man. And in the summer, the shop used to stay open til 7pm and gone. We literally lived round the corner, so I would pretty much live in there in the evenings. Row upon row of lurid pulp paperbacks, comics and US mens mags on display.
So, now I just sit there, and sip a bucket of super-strong blaaaaack coffee and channel my young-self's imagination, and the magic just flooooows.... a circle completed.
Woke up this mornin' -- Friday! -- on the tail of a dream:
Seems I was hanging with an Escobar-level drug-dealer / crim / terrorist; everyone was righteously scared of him -- was worried that he'd KILL them out-right if they said the wrong thing or offended him. But I knew he was... okay... well kinda, long as you knew how to handle the damn guy. We ate food together while he bawled out his sub-ordinates and they looked shiftily at their pasta-n-beans dishes...
The Feds were closing in and we / he didn't have long to last -- we were in a occupied / derelict Brutilist office-block -- full of long / claustro / dank corridors (all leading nowhere) -- his men were being picked off by Gov SWAT-teams combing the building and its surrounds. In true "Narcos" style - (And I swear I ain't watched that show for weeks!) - the nameless gang-boss decided it was time to strike Back!
I lead him through the twisted 70s-style corridors to the back of the building (along with his diminishing gang of 'soldiers') and pointed across the road to the next building where Government police / snipers / etc were watching through a wide-sheet of 'black' opaque glass, gearing up to take him out... (Their viewing-screen was over a cafe-bookshop and some other 70s style businesses; a long-gone London I knew very well many years ago)... I pointed them out to him, but he and his gang couldn't see them... they squinted / looked confused... ("W-Where -- ?") I told him and the boys that their only chance to get away from this was if they had grenades... blow these fuckers up in one go!, then maybe get out while they (the enemy) are confused and reeling...
"Do you have grenades?" I asked, suddenly realising that I was now in charge - not him.
He looked uncomfortable at this idea, at using explosives -- as if machine-guns and beating ppl were okay, but grenades might bring a wave of, um, I dunno, bad publicity down on him...
They shuffled around -- looked at one another -- hesitated, looked shifty, like, this was one move too much...
THEN I WOKE UP.
"But these clocks are constrained in how precisely they can divide time because caesium electrons have a speed limit: they can only jump back and forth 9 billion times per second. The electrons in strontium atoms can transition nearly 1 million billion times per second.
“"In 2014, the world’s most accurate optical clock wouldn’t lose or gain one second in the entire age of the universe,” says Jun Ye at the University of Colorado at Boulder. Previous caesium clocks kept time accurately to within a second over the course of 300 million years.
"Now, Ye’s group has built a strontium clock that is so precise, out of every 10 quintillion ticks only 3.5 would be out of sync – the first atomic clock ever to reach that level of precision."
"We'll buy some drugs / And watch a band /
"Then jump in a river holding hands"