Wednesday, September 16, 2009
More Days on the Path
Day's 4 and 5 uneventful I guess, a little more speed, a little more time, a little more distance. I guess the distance follows from the speed and time, eh? A little x=vt for the phine physics pholks, I tell you what. I added some Crystal Method and Art of Noise to the mix, but I always end it with the fine fine Alabama 3 telling me the glories of R.E.H.A.B. You may know the A3 (as they are known in the US to avoid confusion with the country act Alabama) for their wonderful Woke Up This Morning, etched into the zeitgeist as the theme for "The Sopranos," but my one regret in having that song so completely tied to that show is that the version used for TV cuts the opening spoken word part that explicitly puts out the themes of artistry and mortality hinted at in the lyrics. In any case, R.E.H.A.B. is set in a cynical context of snake oil salesmen hustling fake recovery and celebrity wellness, but it has greater depth than that for me - if I can't believe that I am redeemable, that this thing I've done to myself is fixable, well then, I might as well go back to the cheeseburgers and wait for my untimely end. I don't think it's for nothing that my new mechanical friend is called the Path, with all the Zen that implies. That's what it is, a Path to enlightenment, to acceptance, ultimately to de-emphasize my intellect and achieve a wholeness and integration with my physical being. Nothing to do now but keep putting one foot in front of the other.