An Elvis Costello song about numbers. Records were 45s (the sum of Saturn’s magic square). Costello mentions turning the record down to 33 and a third. Mason = 33.

A third of the angels were cast down to this place, so they say. There’s a checkerboard pattern in the background of this clip. Another one of those “coincidences”.

Is Elvis, who I’ve admired so much inhabited by one of those fallen angels of music? I’ve always had trouble believing a word he’s ever said. He sure is funny looking.

Who are these people who get all the good jobs as a matter of course? They are so unlike the rest of us down here on the ground. This one has talent. Most have none.