Friday, July 31, 1981

Elastic Rock

It was sunny again. A parcel came from Andrew, my birthday present; a book on jazz-rock fusion and a T-shirt.

Grant called unexpectedly at about three, and, about half-an-hour after, Jeremy showed up too, for his bike, but he only stayed until six or so; Grant stayed on and we talked and listened to Elastic Rock. By the time Grant left it'd clouded right in and was cold.

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