Cyberscotts

Time, Clocks, Rhyhtm and Music

On a recent outing to Sykesville, MD, we discovered an old clock shop.

The proprietor gave us a small tour—he had clocks that were two, three hundred years old. He bought them at auctions, repaired them, and sold them.

He was the kind of expert you often see on TV detective shows. He knew everything about clocks—when they were built, who built them, how they were built, what they were worth...

This one is a grandmother's clock—exactly like one my family had when I was a kid.

I guess I generally keep track of time by movies and music, not days or years. In the 1980s it was Rickie Lee Jones. In the 1990s it was Tom Petty. And for a while, I guess, I just kind of forgot about time altogether

So I've started again. I'm downloading a new album or two every time I get paid. KT Tunsdall, Frou Frou...

I remember when I was very young—before I took an interest in Music—my grandmother had a turntable like this that cranked up. I used to wrap bugs up in a napkin and spin them around on it to see if they would get dizzy. (I was a scientist when I was young. Me and my grandma—we were both scientists.)

It was nice to find such a charming place, nice to walk into a room full of the rhythm of hundreds of ticking clocks. I guess it kind of woke me up.