The Power Of Gravity, The Power Of Sound

“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.” -HST

As a child that’s one thing that I can remember as clear as any fuzzy moments of childhood was my mom in her Trans-Am with the sunroof open, windows down, shifting to the beat of Cheap Tricks “Surrender.” Sitting in that back seat, there was something about my mom that I never saw anywhere else, I saw peace. Something about the car I believe, she loved that car, but also she love that song. I remember singing along to it and not having a clue what the heck it was about, but then again I was all of maybe 8. Eight year olds don’t know shit, although they THINK they do.

I still don’t quite know what that song is really about, but it means a lot to me. It’s a little nugget hope that everything will be alright  and they tend to get that way in top gear with the windows down and music pumping, even if it is Cheap Trick.

On my adventure across country I listened to an awful lot of music, and none of it really stuck except for going across the desert listening to the Grateful Dead. It was a feeling of everything is alright. The fear of breaking down in the desert was haunting me the weeks, actually, months leading up to the great shark adventure. The desert, I imagined this desolate scary place that nobody would want to visit or inhabit except large lizards and perhaps a buzzard or two. When I left that last bump and found myself in the flat, actually kind of rocky, desert Cumberland Blues was on and I let my very own beast unwind. Windows down, throttle on, and the horizon as my only friend, I decided I liked the desert. It did inspire me, just like in the quote. It inspired me to keep pushing, don’t give up, just like my mom.

The physics of it can’t be explained as easily as the speed of sound or the force of gravity, its a metaphysical speed, an emotional pull, with the right music of course. As far as testing the gas needle, I’d rather not. I like to stop at spooky gas stations and see what sort of trouble I can get into.

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As I close in on the number one quote (that’ll have to be tomorrow, I’ve been doing these things one a day for an entire week, incredible, I’m proud. I look back and say “Holy shit, I actually said I’m going to do something and did it.” I’m getting better at that, deadlines are being met, promises are being kept, and the future is bright.

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