You know, I work at home. Alone. In the basement. With a vast store of music at my fingertips. I tend to listen to things based on obsessions. For a year I mined Wilco and every permutation of Jeff Tweedy's wet dreams. It's not that I stopped listening to Wilco, just my obsession has waned. Neil Young had a month-long stint in my head last year, Bob Dylan did a few months. For the past three months Tom Waits has been occupying the main stage, so his music pops up for hours.
Tom's great because I can program moods for him. Jazzy, wistful, blusey, angry, frightening, etc. But, most of the time, it's just fun to put the whole library on random and see what happens. Because sometimes "I Hope I Don't Fall in Love with You" followed by "The Earth Died Screaming" is exactly what a day needs.
But, honestly, usually it makes me feel like I live in a circus that's run by Luis Bunuel, drawn on a piece of paper by Salvador Dali, crumpled up in Charles Bukowski's pocket and stolen by Raymond Chandler.
Anyway, it's going to be around 60 here today, so I'll be riding later. It'll be wet because of all the snow melt, so if you see a grey, sodden guy riding a black Specialized and smiling like a moron in a macaroni factory, say hi.
Dude,
ReplyDeleteWe've got highs in the upper sixties and lower seventies into next week. I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. I'll be shredding some singletrack later today, doing some riding around a lifting workout tomorrow and riding the Silver Comet on Friday.
I love X-Mas Break.
The Physicist
It really was a mess out there yesterday, but it was a sheer blast. Naturally, the wind was brutal, stupid atmosphere, but I didn't care. There were still a few ice patches out there in place that weren't well traveled. That was interesting.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what our MTB trails look like. It's been wet here for a few weeks.