snow, wind, and high speed office chairs
now playing: ellis paul with patty griffin, "conversation with a ghost"
so it's finally started snowing here.
miss jayda was not happy when i woke her up this morning with the news that not a flake had yet fallen yet this morning. i don't think the fact that it started before we all left was much consolation...she was hoping for at least a delay, i think.
and right on cue, the song "january rain" from david gray takes its turn on my winamp jukebox. hmmmm. snow.
(if you saw the movie serendipity, you understand the relationship between that particular song and snow)
wendy is mighty worked up this week about her beloved red sox first signing curt schilling and then naming terry francona as manager. this morning, she gave me her red sox hat to wear to work in place of my usual nondescript, logo-less model.
(of course, anyone watching this situation knew that it was a given that francona was getting the gig if schilling signed...i'm thinking it might've even been a condition...)
this wretched late autumn nostalgia bent is really kickin' my ass lately...i think that the typical bout that comes on at this time of year, combined with the process of writing the book, has likely made this relapse a little more acute than most.
last night, i dreamed that my mother lived in the house on belvedere avenue that jill and i lived in when we were married. i was on my way there, and i was late...in the dream, i was late for school. i needed to catch the bus. i was coming home from a trip (i think i was on my way home from a gig, but that part is a little fuzzy) and i was coming up route 10 past the convienence store just down from the intersection, but i wasn't walking or driving, i was rolling myself up the road in the very chair that i'm sitting in right now. rolling up the street in a high-backed office chair, at a speed that reality wouldn't support. i mean, i was haulin' ass. so, i roll up (literally) in front of the house, and my mom is standing on the porch, smoking a cigarette, waiting for me. jayda and dylan were on the porch, too, dressed for school and ready to go. my mom didn't ask me where i'd been, but she asked me if i was going to take a shower before the bus came, and i nodded and ran up the stairs and started looking for a towel, but i couldn't find one.
that's the last thing i remember.
now, ya gotta wonder...where the hell did that come from?
i'm a little bewildered by the fact that i haven't remembered any of my dreams much past getting dressed in the morning for a while...not sure what makes this weird-assed installment special...
my buddy jay put a smile on my face this morning when he sent me an email that closed with the lines:
"gonna be putting a WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIT
on blog..
you encouraged.
now ya gotta pay, man."
i've known jay since 1984 - we were stationed in iceland together. i still remember the day i met him...we knew we were getting a new guy on our watch team, but he hadn't arrived yet. before he reported for duty, though, he actually stopped by my room and introduced himself, which i thought was a classy move. he and i became fast friends.
that time of my life was both incredibly turbulent and extremely creative...alternating moments of strife and bliss, intertwined - there was a very strange relationship that i was in with someone i had no business being with, which ended with her being relieved of duty in iceland and shipped stateside to the psychiatric unit at walter reed hospital. jay was a rock, though - he and i used to go sit on this hillside at the edge of the base that overlooked keflavik, at the edge of the water. it was always windy there, and you could sit there, with the wind blowing through your hair, and look out over the city and the water - and no matter what was occupying the spaces in your head, that spot seemed to breed a sense of peace for me.
my favorite song of all time is half moon silver by a seventies band called hotel (they made two records for mca and disappeared without any serious success on the charts, but they played them on the radio where i lived). i've loved that song for as long as i can remember, and there's a verse in that song that always reminds me of jay and i, standing on that bluff in iceland:
late one night, when wind is fair
to recreate the time we share
high upon that northern shore
we shall meet, forevermore...
a sidenote regarding the band Hotel: about six months ago, i decided i was gonna try and figure out "whatever happened to...", and i started googling my ass off trying to find out what happened to them. i found two of them - marc phillips, the primary songwriter, is running a recording studio and doing jingles, and quite happy with his life. the guitarist, tommy calton, is living in florida (i found marc first and he put me in touch with tommy) and playing in bands there. tommy actually transcribed the entire guitar part for "half moon silver" and sent it to me so i could learn to play it. he called me not long after to see how i was progressing, and if i had any questions about the tablature.
i'd tried to figure this one out a couple of times, with no success, and now, the guy who wrote the part was offering to help me learn it.
god bless the internet.
so it's finally started snowing here.
miss jayda was not happy when i woke her up this morning with the news that not a flake had yet fallen yet this morning. i don't think the fact that it started before we all left was much consolation...she was hoping for at least a delay, i think.
and right on cue, the song "january rain" from david gray takes its turn on my winamp jukebox. hmmmm. snow.
(if you saw the movie serendipity, you understand the relationship between that particular song and snow)
wendy is mighty worked up this week about her beloved red sox first signing curt schilling and then naming terry francona as manager. this morning, she gave me her red sox hat to wear to work in place of my usual nondescript, logo-less model.
(of course, anyone watching this situation knew that it was a given that francona was getting the gig if schilling signed...i'm thinking it might've even been a condition...)
this wretched late autumn nostalgia bent is really kickin' my ass lately...i think that the typical bout that comes on at this time of year, combined with the process of writing the book, has likely made this relapse a little more acute than most.
last night, i dreamed that my mother lived in the house on belvedere avenue that jill and i lived in when we were married. i was on my way there, and i was late...in the dream, i was late for school. i needed to catch the bus. i was coming home from a trip (i think i was on my way home from a gig, but that part is a little fuzzy) and i was coming up route 10 past the convienence store just down from the intersection, but i wasn't walking or driving, i was rolling myself up the road in the very chair that i'm sitting in right now. rolling up the street in a high-backed office chair, at a speed that reality wouldn't support. i mean, i was haulin' ass. so, i roll up (literally) in front of the house, and my mom is standing on the porch, smoking a cigarette, waiting for me. jayda and dylan were on the porch, too, dressed for school and ready to go. my mom didn't ask me where i'd been, but she asked me if i was going to take a shower before the bus came, and i nodded and ran up the stairs and started looking for a towel, but i couldn't find one.
that's the last thing i remember.
now, ya gotta wonder...where the hell did that come from?
i'm a little bewildered by the fact that i haven't remembered any of my dreams much past getting dressed in the morning for a while...not sure what makes this weird-assed installment special...
my buddy jay put a smile on my face this morning when he sent me an email that closed with the lines:
"gonna be putting a WHOLE BUNCH OF SHIT
on blog..
you encouraged.
now ya gotta pay, man."
i've known jay since 1984 - we were stationed in iceland together. i still remember the day i met him...we knew we were getting a new guy on our watch team, but he hadn't arrived yet. before he reported for duty, though, he actually stopped by my room and introduced himself, which i thought was a classy move. he and i became fast friends.
that time of my life was both incredibly turbulent and extremely creative...alternating moments of strife and bliss, intertwined - there was a very strange relationship that i was in with someone i had no business being with, which ended with her being relieved of duty in iceland and shipped stateside to the psychiatric unit at walter reed hospital. jay was a rock, though - he and i used to go sit on this hillside at the edge of the base that overlooked keflavik, at the edge of the water. it was always windy there, and you could sit there, with the wind blowing through your hair, and look out over the city and the water - and no matter what was occupying the spaces in your head, that spot seemed to breed a sense of peace for me.
my favorite song of all time is half moon silver by a seventies band called hotel (they made two records for mca and disappeared without any serious success on the charts, but they played them on the radio where i lived). i've loved that song for as long as i can remember, and there's a verse in that song that always reminds me of jay and i, standing on that bluff in iceland:
late one night, when wind is fair
to recreate the time we share
high upon that northern shore
we shall meet, forevermore...
a sidenote regarding the band Hotel: about six months ago, i decided i was gonna try and figure out "whatever happened to...", and i started googling my ass off trying to find out what happened to them. i found two of them - marc phillips, the primary songwriter, is running a recording studio and doing jingles, and quite happy with his life. the guitarist, tommy calton, is living in florida (i found marc first and he put me in touch with tommy) and playing in bands there. tommy actually transcribed the entire guitar part for "half moon silver" and sent it to me so i could learn to play it. he called me not long after to see how i was progressing, and if i had any questions about the tablature.
i'd tried to figure this one out a couple of times, with no success, and now, the guy who wrote the part was offering to help me learn it.
god bless the internet.
posted by tom at 08:08
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