I am slow today. My head is cloudy as if I need more caffeine. It's cloudy and I'm listening to "Mean Street," by Van Halen. I guess I get a little dramatic as there are several times I start my ride with the first track off an album. The verse riff in the song is similar to "House of Pain," though.
I am dried out. Parched. ("Master of Light" - Monster Magnet) I stopped at Pier 54 (Hudson River Park) to grab my water bottle and looked up and saw that there was some sort of bike tour group getting ready to go out. But there were lots of boxes (tall, thin rectangles) so it looks like they bought a bunch and right there on the spot started to assemble them. Tourists, maybe?
It was a pretty dull ride on the whole. ("Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle" - Nirvana) Listening to Nirvana, I remember that of all people, Aunt Joyce bought me In Utero for either a holiday or my birthday. I was 13.
"Ace of Spades" by Motorhead came on at around Houston Street and gave me a little boost but I'm just going through the motions. It's humid and I might be conserving energy for the lunch run.
Just before the WFC comes "Funky Crime" by my favorite band ever. Pretty appropriate, all things considered. Jack Irons is an okay drummer but you can hear how he's not very challenging and it is on Mother's Milk where Chad comes in and puts Flea to the test. I would've bought the re-mastered Uplift Mofo Party Plan 4x over by now but there's no urgency since there are no new tracks on there (as opposed to the Mother's Milk re-master which was the best thing since the original was served on sliced bread). I will always have an opinion, comment, or story every time I hear a Chili Peppers song.
Finishing up at the end of the WFCs and onto the street, "I Control, I Fly," by Monster Magnet came on. Wish I could've saved it for tomorrow -- I'm crossing the street and up into the alley.
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