September 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Late last night at a party a charming long-haired space cadet pointed out Jupiter under the moon. I wasn’t convinced, even though he told me he knows a thing or two about the sky. Then he played some guitar, and told me his band is called Spring Heeled Jacks and we should look them up and come to one of their gigs. “You might like it. Or you might not. But you should come.” I can’t find the band online. But it was Jupiter.