For any of you who rely on public transit, I have this nugget of wisdom to share: “Thank God for the almighty iPod!” No, really. It has blocked out the casino junkie ramblings about “fools” and “horses” and profanities that may emit from his lips. Today, my life’s blood relied on Sunny Day Real Estate’s Diary and The Rising Tide. First, let me say: Sunny Day Real Estate is a poet’s band.
Some of you are probably nodding. Curious? Buy the actual album with the actual lyrics in the jacket. Even if you can sing every word by heart, do not hit play on your CD player (if it exists on vinyl and you own it–lucky you, and um, how did you pull that one off?!) Merely take a moment (or twenty) make your favorite cup of _______, find a comfy chair and clear your throat. Then, to your cat or dog or dad or son or the blank walls in your new apartment–I want you to read it aloud as if you were the featured poet at a reading in a big city.
After you’ve completed this task, tell me what you think.
As I listened to both albums on my cross-county, bus-hopping trek this morning I was inspired by a lot…the sun warming my skin, the fresh April air pushing out the smell of other’s unwashed hair and the kid that farted in the seat behind me…and I wrote an on-the-spot to do list which included seeing a friend of mine, Julie, who is in a band and lives in NYC. For whatever reason, Sunny Day Real Estate always makes me think of her. The list continued with small things to big dreams…
“These things are true….”
Enjoy the Enigk and the sunshine.
Be well and rock on,