My good friend David was the one who introduced me to the music of Frank Zappa and I have gotten extremely into him in recent months. I always enjoy music that has a sense of humor and it doesn't hurt that he is so very beautiful.
I never been a sinner, I never sinned! I've got a friend in Jesus.
-Spirit in the Sky
There has not been nearly enough research on the psychedelic effects of crochet on the psyche. Batman knew it, looping and knotting late into the night. There is a fascinating naivete to sixties seventies crochet patterns, at least as far as I can tell, there is something experimental in them. Impractical tops meant to be worn over the clothes, the strangest overalls known to man, they remind me of my own creations, and because I am still learning I find this strange. There were of course still ladies who knew how to crochet the fine lace and the sweaters for their grandchildren, but the young people did not go to them, and instead let themselves succumb to it, the fractals and the rhythm and fell into the spirals.
There is a charm to these garments and blankets and tapestries that is missing from the better homes and gardens lace and macrame issue. Man was going going gone to the moon. It was going to be alright after all wasn't it? My sister is always asking me, when we're watching Star Trek, how did they know? How did they see the computer monitors and the cellular phones and the video calls so clearly? I tell her I don't know, but late at night looking into the fractaline twisting of the yarn I feel that I may have an idea. When my fingers move without me telling them and color becomes vertigo and stich become song I see the sweet models in their crochet tops whirling to the tambourine and I understand. I wish with all my being to whirl with them. I am looking to the past and the past is looking back at me with a hope that has been all but forgotten. In those moments I would give it all. I would give my desktop and my cellular phone and video calls to stand there in the light of the campfire looking towards the future. They got it almost right, the materials and the world and the way we talk, and except for the hope in their eyes I would believe it.