You wake up in the middle of the night and rethink dreams. Paul Newman just gave you acting tips and a sommelier discussed SEO tactics to further your reach. Yes, these are transitional times. Moments where back wind is an impetus to run and achieve. Then, the same force is a wall blocking that trajectory. The new place you’ve set for yourself seems like a reachable yet far away dot. Your similarity to Johnny regarding running and certainty and loneliness isn’t a wonder. You choose the path that goes against the wind.
I didn’t grow up with rock or angst or harsh critical thought. The canon consisted of pop mainly. Appreciation for the greatest band in the world grew only in my mid 20s as life came to fruition. Kind of. Seeing it for what it is, grasping and pasting fragments on my own accord. Resigning to darkness, temper and moody nights. Capturing those moments in time to this soundtrack.
Now it makes me miss smoking, ponder nineties simplicity and old forgotten dreams, envision this playing on vinyl under Mediterranean sky while the rest unravels.
I celebrate the band I love most daily. This song, arguably my favorite of all time, a punch that pierces with its philosophy and yearning. Still on heavy rotation. Still.
Happy 30th Anniversary to a debut album that changed everything.
This isn’t the place I thought it would be. Once there was a fork in the road and turning right seemed right. Voices, sounds and lyrics misled the way. Naïveté. Now, a decade later I’m back agreeing with this farewell. It’s moderately tolerable. I’ll head towards that middle ground of mud. With prospects of flourishing grass. Snap shots of this odyssey. Record moving images of newness on the horizon. And see.