Man, am I tired. I need to remember that a super physical 90 minute commute, knocked out twice each day, works out to a three hour ride. But then I never was good at math, and 90+90 = 3 strikes me as a particularly confusing equation.
That said, it's another week down, and we're still here, knocking it out. I don't know about you but I'm feeling stronger on the bike each week. Not great - the back twinges haven't disappeared and at least on Tuesday the wind beat me up pretty bad. Not great, but stronger and better. And better is always a damn good way to feel, right?
So here's Les Claypool jamming with Gov't Mule.
And of course one dose of Les is less, and I want more, not less. So check out Les jamming with one of my favorite freaky deaky bands, Gogol Bordello. Better yet... they're doing a Tom Waits song. Awwwweeesooommmme.
Here's the original if you wanted some comparison. It's tighter musically because it's in the studio...
Pretty good song about not fearing death, but knowing it's out there waiting. Damn that Tom Waits... now he's got me thinking.
Johnny Cash had a different take on life and death with "Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie." It's an old traditional song, and he added a spoken word prayer to it.
And while we're down, remember hearing the song "Oh Death" in "Oh Brother Where Art Thou?" I'm pretty sure that was the Ralph Stanley version, but you should know the song traces its roots through Appalachia, and probably back to England of the Renaissance or late Middle Ages, at least, in one form or another. Here's an interesting version by the Abbot Brothers. One of them does an interesting thing with the song, singing parts of it using Tuvan throat singing methods. There was a show about this on PBS or maybe National Geographic Channel a couple years ago. I'm amazed that somebody thought to mash up an old celtic / bluegrass dirge with South Siberian folk music, but there you go.
Okay, enough about death and destruction and whatnot. Can't end on such a downer. How 'bout a little Gnarls Barkley for a picker upper?
And if that doesn't get it, try a second dose.
So the mission for the weekend is to sneer at death. Or, if you're not up to that, to give it some shit and make fun of its funny black clothes and the stupid scythe he carries around. Seriously, Death... that shit is sooooo 1348, know what I mean? If you aren't up to mocking death, you should at least make fun of illness, aging, or sore knees. Something...
Really, the best thing we can do with our lives is not to worry about what comes next - because there's a bad thing around the next corner, one way or t'other - but to just go out there and frickin' live. That's what I plan to do. Living may include riding mountain bikes, eating ribs, drinking a beer or two, and hanging out with the friends and fam. Should be fun on its own merits, and even if you don't view it that way... well, it beats the hell out of the alternatives.