Well, well, well. The autumn promise is being fulfilled as I write this. Yesterday, walking down to the Trojan Horse for lunch with Rich, nothing seemed very different. It wasn't until I set out for my walk home that it because apparent that something had changed. I certainly had no business in shorts on my way home. But the chilled air and even chillier breeze awoke something inside me that usually sleeps for 9 months out of the year.
There is something distinct, intangible, and profound about the way the Fall change affects me. It's a switch in perspective- emotionally, mentally, and certainly physically. Living here in a temperate climate, we get to experience each season in its fullest form. And walking down Kirkwood in the dead heat of summer I sometimes wonder how I trapse the same ground through crunching snow. It seems so far away at the time. That old familiar feeling lays dormant in us for most of the year and then suddenly on a day like yesterday, the cage is rattled and things begin to slowly shift. Parts of our lower brain that we don't even consciously understand begin to make small adjustments in our perspective, our physiology. Here comes the ice age, it says. Here comes winter.
And while winter is not foremost in my mind, Fall certainly must be considered a prelude to it. Yesterday it seemed that reality shifted into what I'll call Autumn time. It's impossible for me to even begin to explain but some of you will know what I mean. The shift into Fall does something to me. Something deep. It makes me feel like I'm in love with the world all over again. It's a tragic/beautiful kind of love. The gray overcast skies and cold breezes over the brown and dirty-gold/red leaves, the dark green ground...it all just shifts my perspective. I end up feeling like a Romantic poet standing on the cliff of some beautiful oblivion and I see everything alive and colourful, expressing as much life as possible before Winter's blanket quiets it all down with the assurance of death. Dramatic? Sure. But no less true because of it.
I never do feel more alive than I do in Autumn.
This Saturday I get to accompany my friend Rich and Michael Farrabaugh to the Biketoberfest out at Bill Monroe Music Park in Bean Blossom. It's a biker rally...a big one. And I get to spend the morning checking out all the bikers/vendors/chicks without having to pay my way in or stay all day. The biker show we have on the radio station is broadcasting live out at the festival and I'm tagging along for the morning. Wonder how many boobies I'll see. Haha.
I've been listening to my Chart Topper of the Thirties CD a lot lately. I have had that CD for about 4 years now and have almost worn it out. The music on this disc just lifts all the stress out of my life for a while. The way they recorded music, the song they wrote, and the way they sang just kill me. Hearing Fred Astaire do Night and Day and Cheek to Cheek is so damn romantic. Thinking about the depression and hearing Stormy Weather and Pennies from Heaven give me a chill.
And to think all of this was recorded live to mono just astounds me. Beautiful sound, simpler time, So good.
-s6
There is something distinct, intangible, and profound about the way the Fall change affects me. It's a switch in perspective- emotionally, mentally, and certainly physically. Living here in a temperate climate, we get to experience each season in its fullest form. And walking down Kirkwood in the dead heat of summer I sometimes wonder how I trapse the same ground through crunching snow. It seems so far away at the time. That old familiar feeling lays dormant in us for most of the year and then suddenly on a day like yesterday, the cage is rattled and things begin to slowly shift. Parts of our lower brain that we don't even consciously understand begin to make small adjustments in our perspective, our physiology. Here comes the ice age, it says. Here comes winter.
And while winter is not foremost in my mind, Fall certainly must be considered a prelude to it. Yesterday it seemed that reality shifted into what I'll call Autumn time. It's impossible for me to even begin to explain but some of you will know what I mean. The shift into Fall does something to me. Something deep. It makes me feel like I'm in love with the world all over again. It's a tragic/beautiful kind of love. The gray overcast skies and cold breezes over the brown and dirty-gold/red leaves, the dark green ground...it all just shifts my perspective. I end up feeling like a Romantic poet standing on the cliff of some beautiful oblivion and I see everything alive and colourful, expressing as much life as possible before Winter's blanket quiets it all down with the assurance of death. Dramatic? Sure. But no less true because of it.
I never do feel more alive than I do in Autumn.
This Saturday I get to accompany my friend Rich and Michael Farrabaugh to the Biketoberfest out at Bill Monroe Music Park in Bean Blossom. It's a biker rally...a big one. And I get to spend the morning checking out all the bikers/vendors/chicks without having to pay my way in or stay all day. The biker show we have on the radio station is broadcasting live out at the festival and I'm tagging along for the morning. Wonder how many boobies I'll see. Haha.
I've been listening to my Chart Topper of the Thirties CD a lot lately. I have had that CD for about 4 years now and have almost worn it out. The music on this disc just lifts all the stress out of my life for a while. The way they recorded music, the song they wrote, and the way they sang just kill me. Hearing Fred Astaire do Night and Day and Cheek to Cheek is so damn romantic. Thinking about the depression and hearing Stormy Weather and Pennies from Heaven give me a chill.
And to think all of this was recorded live to mono just astounds me. Beautiful sound, simpler time, So good.
-s6
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instarsia:
i'm honored. but as far as god goes. i think he/she is...but i'm pagan, so....its a little more complicated than that
kalamity:
i saw you like dead can dance...me too. most people haven't heard of them. do you like deep forest at all?