night of 3/13/10

my father takes me to a little country house. i realize then that i have been there before, when i was a child, but the memory is indistinct. one wall is full of bookshelves, the hundreds of books dating mostly from the 60's and 70's. i look at one title: regarding the role of lauren bacall in the popular imagination.

i find a record and attempt to play it on a series of players. they are old and wooden but accept records through a slot on the side, like a CD player might. after no success i discover that the record is still covered in its inner sleeve, which is a dark rubber lacelike material that was hard to see.

my father asks what i am playing. i say i don't know. the outer sleeve resembled a group like the rascals or the animals. it is janis joplin we hear.

in something like a diary i read a page. it is about our visit here when i was younger. i had suffered some sort of episode, probably a psychological break, and needed to recover, and was brought here, then also by my father.