It's a beautiful day for a ride again. Not as humid as it was a few weeks back and because I'm riding with the computer bag as opposed to the backpack, I'm not schvitzing as much. I had started to read an article about posture in the office in Men's Health this morning but had to cut it short, will resume shortly. There was an article buried in the Personal Journal of the WSJ about jazz photography that was really nice, too.
Between the 3 rides (I'll include going home from RVC station), the run and swim, I did the triathlon yesterday over the course of the day.I swam last night so I am still a little drained though I ate and slept well. Sometimes there's not enough coffee in the world.
"In Your Honor" and "No Way Back" the first two tracks off the Foo Fighters' best album (In Your Honor) start me off on my way. I've had this album 5 years and it immediately became my favorite FF album (and a personal all-time fav). I remember before it came out I heard "Best of You" and it changed me completely and I called in to Steiner Studios the next morning and quit working on that godawful film office. Bunch of crap and waste of time that was -- except that I got a copy of a real shooting script so I know what one should look like in case I decide to infect the world with another original screenplay.
I was really moody yesterday -- you'd be too, if you hated your job as much as I do -- but today I know it's the end of the week so I'll chill out a little bit. I think about this when I hear the intense/positive lyrics of "Scraped" by GNR. "I'm here to tell you, you're worth more than they tell you." Damn right, I am.
So in the past few weeks I've really amped up the running during lunch. I tried to pick music that wasn't too heavy or else it would've ruined some of the nice moments and I don't want to be PO'd during cardio for fear I will keep running and never burn out and end up in Canada torn and tattered, hungry, but awake. So that's why I've dug in to a lot of Van Halen and Living Colour but I've re-discovered a Chili Peppers song that I always liked but now I love. "Turn It Again," the penultimate track off Stadium Arcadium. This is a rock song that is heavy without unnecessary distortion, cool lyrics and a dynamite guitar solo -- the kind where the musician and instrument just merge in a very "Matrix" way. I can tap in to that -- I respond to it -- it creates a high that cannot be paralleled by much, and pushes me to reach a newer, better high. I hear this and it reaffirms that I do not, and never needed, any kind of drug and why I only drink one or two beers on the weekend.
I'll probably never hear it live, in-person. I used to think that Flea gives up halfway through John's solo but he just tones it down. This album will always remind me of a wonderful time in my life -- probably the best so far. But this track is what will typically remind me of running along the Seaport and training in general. I can only hope the next album has another one of these on it.
Another old favorite, "Alive" by Pearl Jam is on for the red light at Albany Street. Yet another great song with a long guitar solo as an outro but it's just too good with a nod to the Doors' "Five to One."
See you Tuesday. Thank you for reading.
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