I have two weeks left of 27. It’s January. It’s a Saturday. It’s cold. There’s a car rented in my name. We had discussed doing something different—getting out of town for the weekend. And now the puffy-cheeked, weather people have barked words at us like “blizzard” and “8 or more inches.” But determination often beats out dark clouds.
We’re headed east. The snow-globe we’re now driving within forces me to think about the 100 miles we have left ahead of us and how they seem much more daunting than the 30 we left behind. But much like the time I have spent with him, I don’t care about the mile markers, it’s the in-between which has come to matter. And so we drive on, talking about stuff about things-
about people and past and work and cars and how one day we’ll own a house and it won’t be in New York City (or any neighboring borough for that matter) and how gardens are nice and so are dogs-that these things should belong to people.
(I haven’t ever done this before. The traffic is slow enough, I guess. But we could get arrested).
“What if the taller cars, sport utility vehicles and trucks see?”
“Who cares, they’ll just be jealous.”
(I think I love this boy). And somtimes words should be coupled with touch.
I think that I’m sure there’s no slow globe protecting this scenario. And if one should exist, it’s probably sitting on a shelf nailed between two perpendicular walls which make up the secretive skeleton of a long, arid ranch in Nevada. And we’re no where near Nevada. And it’s not dry. We’re headed Northeast, towards Connecticut, towards Mystic, towards the water. The snow is falling and Monday seems dead to me. How was I to know (then) at that moment, I was experiencing the most romantic two days of my life? That the five hours it took to reach Mystic would hold such a story? I hadn’t ever seen snow, sand, and sea water converge all at once, it’s just not something you picture when dreaming about the ocean. Not until it happens…
Here is snapshot of that trip. (4.6 mgs) Ted Leo.
best song released that year!
well, best album, anyway (The Tyranny of Distance). Timorous Me was a better song…
Maybe I should up that one up instead? Or also?
nah, I’m going to leave that one, if only for that damn snare drum. it very nearly gives me convulsions.
what about Rupert Holmes – Escape (The Pina Colada Song) or Player – Baby Come Back … or Christopher Cross – Sailing..
can i get an amen!!
since i’m aware that your access.log is gettin `>> /dev/null` i’m not afraid of gettin banded or mod_rewritten to some porn site that will get me fired.
You big stinkin geek.
nick, i’ve never heard of those songs. if ted leo didn’t sing em, they must suck.
I advise NO ONE to visit that above url. It’s truly disgusting and should not be on the internet anywhere. And you could lose your job. Or your lunch.
Sometimes the internet is just terribly ugly…
Fuck. He was just here, and I missed him.
silly geek boys
Ok. I went home for lunch with the specific task of listening to this song. Holy Moly. That’s one kick-ass number!
Never heard of him until today, but I’ll be looking for his record at the shops this weekend. Should I buy The Tyranny of Distance? Good place to start? Any more info?
And that’s a great piece to preface the song. Once again, nice work with the prose, Mihow.
Seriously. That’s fuckin’ hot.
The newest one is Hearts of Oak. Not as good as ToD, but still very, very good.
Before ToD was Treble in Trouble, which is a little less pop, more pop-punk (sounds a lot like his old band, Chisel).
All of them are good, but ToD got my album of the year for sure. Still looking for something this year to beat it, even…
i have pictures of this trip. Real pictures. Perhaps I’ll find them and post them (again).
Of you guys in the car about to…wow!
hee hee. We’re gonna make a porn star out of you after all. ;)
Of us in mystic, eating pizza, chillin.
hee hee…I’m just kidding. (although I am a bit of a perv).
indeed. aren’t many of us?
Did someone just call?