Mother's Milk.

Monday came & went pretty uneventfully -- my best recollection is that I have started to wear sweatpants for the morning ride. By the evening it's still quite nice though it's obviously getting darker, quicker.

Tuesday night was the Greg Dulli show and I entertained the idea of bringing the bike and riding it back from the club but I'm mostly glad I didn't act on that, as I would've been worrying about having the tires slashed the whole time.

Last nite was "La Bete" which was entertaining. Couldn't bring it yesterday, I had to attempt to look good.

Today was a little bit of a re-awakening, as my thighs were feeling a little weary during the ride down, partially because of the wind working against me and also from 2 days of relative inactivity. I feel very fortunate to have had a pretty vibrant social life in the past 6 days so I am listening to the middle of the remastered Mother's Milk album, starting with "Nobody Weird Like Me."

This is my favorite album, as sometime around 2003 it edged out LHOB's Blastronaut. It's not hard to explain, really, as this album which is defined by sobriety, love of life, sadness, wackness and all things good in life, is the one to which I'm most responsive. Initially, the response is to the music, specifically the quickness and the bass. Something's happening there, and it's not just one moment but a fluid series of them that occur and it keeps me awake and wanting more out of each day. I've had this album since I was about 14 and bought the remaster toward end of college. The whole time I knew there were additional lyrics to "Knock Me Down" in the liner notes to the original and they finally played the longer version and I remember nearly crying the first time I'd heard it. Sure, the extra verses weren't totally necessary but they are beautiful all the same (perhaps even moreso, now). Though my situation with some old friends was not as physically intense (nobody died) I always felt the message got through to me and I am better for it. I think a lot of old friends were on a rough path that they'd never admit nor acknowledge, and their image was more important than their collective soul. I suppose I hope it's different for them now, but I'll lose no sleep over it. I stuck to my guns and am better for it. I skipped that track, today, though.

Regardless, this album lit a fire under my ass to become a better bassist and it certainly did, as I was able to play some of the songs on this CD which was a major accomplishment. As for the songs I couldn't play, I could perform snippets of it, which was also a wonderful feeling.

Sometimes if I had a PG-rated, non-financial wish to be granted, it would be to somehow perform this album as a co-singer, live, with the band. I would have to pull off a Capt. Sully move in order to make this happen but I think that's what I'd ask for.

I'm going to run during lunch again, as I need to get some of this Chicken Pompodoro out of my system.

Thank you for reading.