I’m not big on holidays and birthdays or anniversaries. I just turned thirty-eight last month, but honestly I might as well have turned zero. I am much more concerned with “now”. Right now, I am banging out my 200th post on this blog. Is that something to celebrate? No, not really. What it does tell me is that right now, the last 199 posts were worth the effort.
Damn straight.
I like to live life for the now. I’m not taking all that “live today like its your last”, bullshit. That is an excuse for not taking responsibilities for your choices. If I’m twenty-one or thirty-eight, I’m still now. I like that perspective. It is liberating and motivating.
Chaos, karma and making choices…that’s my gig (now). This, my 200th post on The 6149, is about a collision of chaos, karma and choice.
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“Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars“.
Fuck me. I can’t tell you how many times I have listened to that lyric before. These words are hidden gems in an treasure chest of symbolism, hidden meanings and stone-cold truths found within Neil Young’s, “Thrasher”
Thrasher. Ohhh, Thrasher. How many times have we seen the sunrise together? How many times has your lonely harmonica coda trailed off only to reveal the even lonely sound ice cubes clanging off one another after the whiskey’s run dry? How many times have I asked you tough, life questions? How many times have we shared tears and beers until we shrugged shoulders and flashed knowing smiles?
Many.
Why then…why have you held out on me?! Was it for my own good? Or was it to remind me to always keep my nose to the ground? Ok: same difference.
“Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars”. Now I get it.
(you might want to listen to “Thrasher” before reading any further)
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I didn’t want to go to work last Thursday. I wouldn’t have except for the fact that I couldn’t think of a lie believable enough to tell. Not a lie that my boss wouldn’t believe, but one that I couldn’t. I am not a liar; the truth is easier (thank you, HST). So instead of an aimless lie, I opted for a truth: Thrasher.
As I got ready for work, I dropped the needle on “Thrasher” off of a used vinyl copy of Neil’s “Live Rust”. I wasn’t paying attention to the lyrics; I had heard them so many times before.
This is right up there for me…it jockeys for the coveted position of my fave song of all time. Neil has always been on a solo trip. Even when he has led bands or stood in the shadows of them…Neil knows where his North Star points. Thrasher is a song about Neil…turning in his keys to the museum and walking out towards galaxies. He has always his own hoe to row...
You listen to a song so many times that sometimes words and the meanings walk past you like people in a grocery store; not until you stumble upon what you are looking for does the object come into focus and you grab it. Hearing a song for the umpteenth time causes a knee-jerk, sing-a-long reaction in all the right places…and then…WHAM! Like a mule-kick to the temple, you get knocked sense-full….not senseless.
“Thrasher” has been prodded for meaning and symbolism by many, many, many a Neil fan over the decades. If you haven’t given it the once over before, have a read of the lyrics and couch-session over on my fave Neil site, Thrasher’s Wheat. They do a great job of picking it’s bones.
“Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars“
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
I hadn’t thought of this one line in this way before: “libraries and museums”…the past, stored knowledge, the finish line: “galaxies and stars”…the future, discovery, the starter’s pistol. Yes! This makes sense! You see…I have an itchy trigger finger.
Long story short, my now is “this close” to happening. Through a mix of chaos, karma and choice, I am this close to galaxies and stars. Fuck me. I don’t want to jump the gun (the starter’s pistol), but I feel ALIVE.
It is a fucked up thing to feel all of your passions and loves colliding, crashing and cajoling one-another into a lightening strike now. My passion has always been about music, music, music, people, connections, friends and the love for my woman and the music we make. Passion does not sit on the shelves of libraries and museums. It is a living and breathing and blood-pumping now.
Chaos, Karma, Choice…this is The 6149 in living color. I’m in no mood to strike deals with the devil, but I am walking up to a crossroads. It is here I will make my bones…make a bona fide decision that, good or bad, I will own up to. On the other side of this crossroad cum decision will be my own row…
I’ll be honest…it is 2:24 am on Sunday morning here in the UK. I’m haIf-drunk and full-on…and drowning the early morning hours in a goblet of red and earfuls of song. I am on the edge of my seat for tomorrow. Tomorrow…the breeding ground for now…“galaxies and stars”.
Should I go to bed or should wait to greet the sun? HA HA! Does it matter? No…it does not. Not when now is in the room.
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This ends part one of this post. Now is over, for now…
Soon enough, now will happen again. When it does…I’ll get full-frontal, full disclosure, guts-spilled, galaxies and stars…and tell you all about it then…which, will be now, then…
Ok, time to put he cork back in the bottle…
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In the meantime, here is Neil performing “Thrasher”: