I pedal and pedal
To ride past the devil
Past the boogeyman
And around the hedges
And as the temp goes up
I feel my sweat
Drip down my back
And across my crack
Break my momma’s back
With sweat on my balls
As darkness falls
I pedal and pedal
To beat that devil
I ride into the sun
And into the sun
Gonna have me some fun
On into the sun
And Into the sun
-Old Boys Bike
- Seth Cooper
A couple of things happened tonight. They’ve happened before - but i’m always so thankful when I can be a part of this grand event. Sometimes, I doubt and I deny. We’ll get back to this.
A couple of years ago, I jumped on the satelite radio craze. I remember taking the long way home - I remember sitting in my car in the driveway - I remember staying up until 3am just listening. See, for me, music is a sacred thing. I can’t read music, play an instrument, or carry a tune. I don’t know a C from an A unless i’m looking at a 2nd grade spelling book. But - for me - someone who is so lost all the time, music is the path that leads me home, or back to my sane mind, or back to something omnipotent.
I am a Pearl Jam fan. When it’s not cool - when I’m told to get out of the ’90s - when I’m told he mumbles - and when i’m told to change the ring-tone on my cell phone - I’m still a fan. 365 days a year - rain, sleet, diarrhea and snow - I am a fan. And what I can say is this….
Songs like “Footsteps” or “Elderly Woman Behind a Counter in a Small Town” or “Black” or “Porch” and so many others have helped to fill holes in me…they are proof to me that when someone is at the top of their game, they can use the power of creation, and make something beautiful out of nothing at all.
Is that dramatic? Sure! Is it wholly accurate from where I stand? You bet your ass it is. No one has any issues when people weep at an Opera. I fully accept that we can all find meaning in different things. For some, it’s trees, for others, it’s stained-glass buildings that bring them closer to their own universal truths. Well, today - I found another catalyst for healing and truth and beauty.
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