I’m prepping for the train trip to Portland, with an I-pod play list. Something for a misty railway morning.
Asleep- the smiths
Do you realize? - The Flaming Lips
Sail to the moon- Radiohead
Crown Of Love- The Arcade fire
I love you –Black flag
Taillights Fade- Buffalo Tom
If you could read my mind- Gordon Lightfoot
Roadhouse Blue-The doors
I was thinking about the doors tonight and a strange spring I spent in New Mexico building the ‘Mesa Ridge Wind Energy Park.’ It was a 70 min. drive from our hotel to the Job, we had a “contracting gatherings” at 6:30am. That meant a 4:30 wake up call, six-seven days a week for six weeks.You just go numb to it, its nice. We had The Doors greasiest hits with us. All those unspoken mornings, stopping for coffee at all-sups, windows rolled down, smoking,a warm southwest wind propelling the mood. I love that line “ Death for the people, like to go down slow, let it roll baby roll, let it roll baby roll, let it roll all night long”
How many times have you only had one CD or one book and consumed it over and over tell in melted into you?
Names- dates???
3 comments:
a few years ago while back packing through canyon lands i had with me a copy of "the pearl" the luxuriously warm bare shoulder nights spent in the open air outside of the tent on on top of my seeping bag combined with the clean arid simplicity of the rocks and sky we saw day after day seemed to blend with and bring to life the tale in such a way that it really was seared into my mind. it may sound overly idealistic but i think about it pretty often and i think reading that beautiful story in that setting really surmised so many of my feelings and hopes and theories about my life and future
i cant help but think back to a time before
"across a wire: live in New York"
"this desert life"
"hard candy"
"films about ghost"
"New Amsterdam : Live at Heineken Music Hall"
it was all about recovering the sattiltes, i had just moved to seattle washington, full of Teenage Angst i could not stop lisneing to that record, i wanted so bad to be in adams head, i wanted so bad to put my thoughts and feeling to words and music, that felt so much. i think that time means something different to me because of that record.
sheldon ....so true we palyed that album into the ground for months! it really does make me think of seattle and how different it was from were we had been.
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