Saturday, June 18, 2011

More Than a Feeling - Boston and a Bike Ride

 "It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin'."

I took my bicycle out for a ride for the first time this year tonight. Music blazing through earphones and a freshly tuned up bike make for a good night. Boston was my music of choice for the evening. I was so eager to explore the neighborhood. I haven't gone for a night time bike ride in four years. This used to be a nightly ritual back in Denver. It's one of the best ways to clear one's mind and put things into perspective. Perhaps more than anything, just a way to fight loneliness or melancholy at the time. 

"I get so lonely when I am without you. But in my mind deep in my mind I can't forget about you."

The world feels like a familiar yet different place at night and on a bicycle. The road ticks and vibrates away beneath the tires so differently than it would in a car. I cleared the hill up to 56th and crossed over the busy street on the catwalk. I stopped twenty five feet above the headlights passing beneath. The whole city stretches out before me. The best part of a catwalk is getting to ride down really fast on the downhill side. I came sailing out and headed up the hill towards Backus Highway.

"Sail on, on a distant highway. Gotta keep on chasing that dream."

This year the air is thicker with moisture than it is most years. It had just rained and the grass smelled sweet, shiny streets, darkened houses. I sailed down past the Salt Lake Tribune building letting go of the handle bars and just letting the bike go as fast as it could. The whirring of gears, the rushing of air, the release of freedom and being alone with my thoughts.

"Good times and faces that remind me. I try to forget your name and leave it all behind me...."

Eventually I know it's time to head home. Even when I start to get tired I don't want to go back. The night should last forever; the streets seem to go on endlessly. As I glide quietly through these suburban streets at night there are so many thoughts to ponder, so many ideas to paint in the night sky, so many memories to recall...


"When I'm tired and thinking cold, I hide in my music, forget the day, and dream of a girl I used to know. I closed my eyes and she slipped away..."

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

To Sit Beneath the Trees

I am one to sit in my car in the middle of the night and stare at the moon through the trees. Wonder what might have been and what might be.

 I thank God for the trees, for the leaves, for the air; for this gift of mortality. Melancholy but content. Lights of the stereo, strains of strings, the romp of piano.

Thank God for Classical Music.
 I am alone but I thank God for the peace and solitude. Summer nights are indeed perfect, the moon almost bright enough by which to write.

She is marvelous in my memory. I have held onto her for so long... Perhaps out of pain, perhaps out of pride, undoubtedly out of love.

Why?

May I learn to forget, may I learn to forgive. May I unstop the corks of my growth, may I take root and grow strong.

I am one to sit beneath the trees and stare at the moon...

Monday, June 13, 2011

They don't get much better than this!

Had a gig on Friday night at Cruzrs Saloon. We did a special acoustic set. Being the only band for the night is awesome. We covered Alice in Chain's "Down in a Hole" and played a total of over two hours. It was so much freakin' fun. We made over 400 bucks this week too.  Every time we sell a WTWC shirt I smile to think that that shirt will be seen by thousands of people. After the show we had to do a little drag-racing to see if Jenny's hot little Altima is faster than my Mazda6. (That's still to be determined) As we were about to take off there I was revving my engine ready to smoke some tires, Ben was standing on the passenger seat hanging out of my sunroof shouting at Jenny as the cross traffic signal turns yellow and then red.  I was like "Sit down man cause we're about to smoke this stop light!" Somehow he got back in the car  in time before we peeled out. Needless to say we left some burned rubber all over that intersection in Cottonwood Heights. All in good taste of course ;) We had a rowdy 1 am breakfast with the band at the Belgian Waffle. Saturday morning, Nick, Adrian and I went and saw Sheer-Luck Holmes at the Desert Star; it was a great show I loved the Johnny Cash themed Olio. Saturday night we went to a Bee's game that turned out to be a nail-biter up to the THIRTEENTH inning. By then I was thinkin' "Hurry up and lose so we can get out of here!" We lost by one point to the Fresno Grizzlies but it was still a blast.  Man I wanna get in on the pie eating contest held down on the field.They did fireworks afterward and it got me stoked up for Independence Day. Sunday we had a barbecue at the house in Magna and roasted some S'mores. Now THAT is the way to end the week!

 Any weekend that involves a blazin' show, some drag racing, waffles, fireworks, baseball and barbecue qualifies as an amazing weekend in my book.

Oh and let's not forget the waffles... Mmm tasty.