No intensity today. Two straight days of the roundtrips, the gym (albeit, an abridged session yesterday) and running during lunch will catch up with you. I woke up late and left a wee bit early today so no caffeine. I'll try a new format today.
Chickenfoot - Down the Drain: On my way up to 31st st via the 8th Ave. exit. This song is waking me up a bit. I can't believe I've had this album for over a year.
When I'm this tired, riding is almost as bad as a hangover. I have not had too many hangovers -- my last one was Labor Day weekend 2009 and before that I think it was sometime in 2007 doing comedy after meeting Pablo Francisco. I slept too well and too hard and now I'm paying for it as my legs are on autopilot. I'm going at a good pace but I've got no rage to manufacture and synthesize in to energy.
Civ - Set Your Goals: Totally positive message here as I approach the Highway Crossing. In fact, I make it to the median and then all the southbound traffic makes its way and I'm stuck here. I almost bought a 2-cd Civ set earlier this year but I decided I only need this song and "Can't Wait One Minute More" to hammer the point. "Hammer the point?"
Fishbone - Question of Life: Waited through most of this one at the median and made my way toward Chelsea Piers. Love this song -- so uplifting. If there's an album that needs a remastering, it's "Truth & Soul." Most people (mercifully, thankfully) don't know this but my very first stab at standup was in college as a junior -- I was terrible -- but this was the song the DJ brought me out to at my request. Listen to that horn section! Didn't matter that I stunk, at least you were excited for a few seconds.
The Cult - Fire Woman: I hear this on Matt Pinfield's radio show sometimes in the morning. Totally rocks. I think I remember it from Beavis & Butt-head, too (I'm not confusing it with "Lil Devil"). As I'm making my way parallel to the Meatpacking District where my bachelor party was held, I see a woman to my right walking north with one of those accountant visors on her head covering 98% of her face. Really? Look, I know I appear ridiculous sometimes on the bike or at a bar or in the bathroom but I'm not crunching numbers in the process. There's a reason this woman was power-walking alone. It looked like one of those collars you put around a dog to keep it from stratching its own neck, only spanning the height of her face.
I imagine this is the phone call this morning:
"Jean, I'm leaving to meet you at the pier."
"Oh, Frannie, um, I will be there, I think. I haven't looked out the window yet, how sunny is it today?"
"I wouldn't know, this visor has everything a dull green-gray. Isn't it wonderful?"
"On second though, Fran, I have some, um, errands to run at the library."
" 'At the library?' but--"
~CLICK~
Guns N Roses - Scraped: Three minutes of pure adrenaline. I'm not pissed though, but it's helping me keep my pace. I can't go too slow or else it becomes laborious since I've only got one gear.
Guns N Roses - Locomotive: This'll wake me up. I wonder if Axl was singing about Stephanie Seymour in this one. She may have been the hottest thing on earth at the time of Use Your Illusions' release in 1991 and she's the bride in "November Rain." I heard she was a wretched booze hound so now it seems likely. I'm singing the lower octave parts as I weave through the WFCs and probably sound like a moron who's way off-key. "But love to me's a two-way street and all I really want is peace" -- that's a happy lyrical coincidence as I was crossing Albany street. Just as it was ending on that piano-heavy outro, I pull up to my spot at the building.
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