all signs continue to rise. kept going back to bed last night...slept from about 11pm to about 7:30 am. if I could sleep 12 hours a day, I would.
took a longer (1 hour) walk...it was so amazing out, hard to stop...hospital feelings and smells still lessening, though there's more to go...trapezius is settling back in, but my new recipient of max care is my sternocleidomastoid muscle, the big one in my neck on the right side. it was pried to the side when they were disconnecting the big bump, and it doesn't quite know where it fits in anymore. it lets me know when I'm prematurely demanding of it...
I wrote a 'cello part for Ellen Klaver's project today...seems the MotherFolkers (the most carefully pronounced name in show biz) will be convening this September, and anything that can help her project meet that deadline is all to the good. I'm reaching for musical activities to fill the days...a sure sign that up is returning to up in my life.
still have some bodacious halacious time to do in the Recupertorium.
a mastiff lighting a camping stove with a kaleidoscope...that's how my sternocleidomastoid muscle feels.
Well, if you need something to while away the recuperative moments, here is a deep explication of some crucial sixties song lyrics that I'm betting even you haven't quite deciphered:
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Professor Kaminsky in 12th grade history instilled an appreciation in me for "an ounce of history", which was his label for getting in way too deep with the concrete minutia of a subject.
ReplyDeletethat article was remarkably satisfying.
I didn't drive til I was 28, and was even farther from racing or surfing than I was from playing music when "Shut Down" came out. I heard it during a visit to my aunt and uncle's house in Endicott, when my incredibly cool 17 year old cousin Raymie was off doing something adult, and was thunderstruck by it. I still think it was the high harmony going down while the low went up in the chorus that seemed to contravene natural law to me.
when I had my year residency at the Hermosa Saloon in Hermosa beach, CA, one night a seemingly hardcore Californian cornered me and said, you're singing this Beach Boys songs, but do you have any idea what kinds of cars you're singing about?
I didn't.
so I had looked into the actual lyrics, especially of this song, and knew them. but after having read this article, I can confidently say I have a much better concept of how little I know about it all.
It was the first song that ever elevated my breathing and heart rate levels to truly excited levels. My friends and I were all "into" cars. Revell models, Hot Rod Magazine, Big Daddy Roth and the Rat Fink, going to dirt track stock cars races, "drag racing" our bikes on the flat pavement. When Shut Down came out (with Surfin USA on those old Capitol soingles with the orange and yellow swirl label, we would just play it over and over and over. Could never get enough. I still get that felling when I hear the song. It was before I heard of the Beatles, before the Ed Sullivan Show. The first song I was truly crazy about.
ReplyDeleteI knew you would appreciuate the explication.