Baptism by Zeppelin

So it was a real bummer that Icarus wasn’t going to work out.

I recently acquired that most coveted of Brooklyn assets – a rent stabilized apartment and as in all new living quarters since college, they had to be baptized by Zeppelin. Baptism by Zeppelin involves playing a Led Zeppelin album in it entirety - - really, really loud.

The album chosen was “Physical Graffiti” which I didn’t have so I dropped by Music Matters and purchased it.

Something about the cover seemed awfully familiar and then it dawned on me: That was those were the buildings in my mind’s eye when I thought about the tattoo and my mind popped because I realized that I had an archetype imprinted on my neurons because of music. Such a thought seemed auspicious.

I slit the cellophane and worked that annoying sticky strip off with a fingernail upon which I was struck with an electric jolt of synchronicity as I saw the CD label.

Icarus ! ! !

Not really. Actually it’s Apollo, in a painting called “Evening – Fall of Day” by William Rimmer although Apollo shouldn't have wings, In the mythology I know, he as sun God, drives a golden chariot across the sky.

But that doesn’t matter, seems like, somebody, somehow is trying to tell me something and I wonder if this blows my mind what it will do to others? Icarus survives past April Fool's day.

Next to come: Emily Rosen