81 bar falls 29.98 1mph SE dew-point 47 Summer, hot
Waning Crescent of the Flower Moon
Give me the beat boys and free my soul, I want to get lost in your rock and roll and drift away. Talk about rock anthems. I heard this on the way into the MIA today and it had me pounding the roof. Music can take your spirit and yank it around, up and down, deep into the past or put you right in this moment. Just before I heard Give me the beat, the dj(are they digital jockeys now?) played Somebody to Love. Man, that one always throw me right back to college. Grace Slick, lsd, radical politics, sex and, oh yeah, classes.
Once in awhile I get into a golden-oldie phase (now that I’m becoming a golden oldie myself). This often results in the purchase of CD’s. Nobody buys them anymore except us old folks who were dragged kicking and screaming from the vinyl disk. The ironic thing of course is that the younger generations do not buy CD’s, but they do buy vinyl disc.
So I have Surrealistic Pillow, the Jefferson Airplane’s first album. I also have 3 disc collections of Janis Joplin, Bob Dyland and Joan Baez. I have not, for some reason, purchased any of the Beatles or Led Zepplin or the Doors, all favorites of mine at the time. There’s a Dead album or two. In general though the lectures from the Teaching Company or the audio books from the library take up the car time now in which I listened to music.
I attended the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra for over 20 years. I met Kate there, but we haven’t been for many years. Sleep comes too easily in warm, dark places with soothing music. Then there’s the drive. This means that my life is unusually music poor right now.