The plumbers were summoned to Surlywood this week, there being truly damp stuff accumulating in normally dry areas of the bathroom. Some of this Brian J. tale seemed relevant:
Now, I have a small auger that fits on my drill and has a couple feet of cable in it, but it’s a long way to go to the south side of the house, so we called for a plumber to come out and run a real auger into the plumbing.
I have thought about getting a real auger, at least a real consumer auger, but they run hundreds of dollars. When I was in college, the legendary Swedish mechanic (who shamed me into reading literature for fun) owned one, so my father could borrow it when he had a clog. But it’s hundreds of dollars in expense that might not pay out if I don’t get enough clogged drains (or have enough friends to borrow it from my while it clutters up a part of my garage).
The combination of “Brian” and “auger” resounded inside my head, and eventually the resonances turned themselves into this:
“Happiness Is Just Around the Bend” turned up on a 1973 album by Brian Auger’s Oblivion Express; the Main Ingredient, led in those days by Cuba Gooding, turned Auger’s jazz-rock into something funkier for ’74.