(1701) Evening all.
17. One hopes
16. Steve at 851
War Room snippets…
a. Kash Patel Exposes The Government Gangsters Attacking President Trump
b. Dr Steven Hatfill Reveals Investigation Into Adverse Effects By The Government’s COVID-19 Vaccines And Other Medicines
c. Noah Formica On Pennsylvania: “If We Win This State, There’s A 95% Chance We Win It All”
d. Liz Harrington: A Movement Unlike Any Other
15. Time machine
Another of these hiding to nothing posts … neither the experience talked about nor its music, I’d imagine, was also the experience of those patrons/readers for whom the past was sport, concerts, study, hiking, travel, marriage, pets, allotments, friends … nor would I expect anyone to like the two songs below … for me though, they’re special..
Maybe I might come at this thing from a different angle. Imagine that some kind soul was able to transport you back to a year of your choice … time machine alone, not a geographical mover … plus you can’t know the future under this deal at any stage … the upside though is that you can take your current wisdom with you … old head on younger shoulders.
You don’t have to, you can stay here in 2024 if you wish. But it’s there on offer … take it or leave it. Ah, say you … but if I do go back just prior to one of my monumental foul-ups, can I change the outcome?
Yes, of course, the future does change for you … but as you have no memory of the foul-up itself, as the future is not yours to know, then it’s just your current level of wisdom you travel back with. So, which year shall we drop you off at?
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I’d personally choose, upon reflection, either 1974 or 1996 … the latter for personal, family reasons … shan’t go into those but the other, 1974 … yes, it would be to drop back into that lifestyle again when society itself was still not too far gone, plus, with this level of awareness today, just maybe I could help make a difference.
My greatest pleasure in those young, wild days, was road trips … went on plenty and we had the music then, through the cassettes, to go with it … plethora of “road” bands … JJ did go with me on each trip too:
The music over the next ten years was going to be superlative for “born to be wild types” … I’d have asked a gal to go with me … grand tour and all that.
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Now to the second song and this is the one which knocks me around, as it was directly my situation. In the lyrics below, the part in blue I very much agree with, it was my life … the faded part though is Jackson Browne’s life, not mine:
Lookin’ out at the road rushin’ under my wheels
Lookin’ back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In ’65 I was seventeen and runnin’ up 101
I don’t know where I’m runnin’ now, I’m just runnin’ on
Runnin’ on empty
(Runnin’ on) runnin’ blind
(Runnin’ on) runnin’ into the sun
But I’m runnin’ behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Tryin’ not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In ’69 I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don’t know when that road turned onto the road I’m on
Chorus … Runnin’ on empty etc.
Everyone I know
Everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don’t know about anyone but me
If it takes all night
That’d be alright
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Lookin’ out at the road rushin’ under my wheels
I don’t know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Lookin’ into their eyes, I see them runnin’ too
Chorus
Honey, you really tempt me, you know, the way you look so kind
I’d love to stick around, but I’m runnin’ behind
(Runnin’ on)
You know I don’t even know what I’m hopin’ to find
(Runnin’ blind)
Runnin’ into the sun but I’m runnin’ behind
The notion of leaving her behind is not mine, the notion of having to find that fool’s gold … that was never my thang. Opportunities arose every so often, came from nowhere, sometimes I thought why not, now is the time, upped sticks and went … but always with a plan at the other end. Usually between gals.
The person I’ve known longest in life virtually grew up behind me, making her way, just as I was doing … her hubby once called me a “drifter”. Maybe, maybe not … I always had a plan but if an offer arose which one could not, as they say, refuse … then I took it.
That’s a bit different to Jackson B … he was searching, I wasn’t … if there was even a half chance, then I thought why not. What needs doing, I’d ask, to make it happen? Cost doesn’t matter within reason.
I’m thinking though that the frenetic pace of the song from the get-go … yep, that’s lil ole Jimbo all right … two speeds, stop and go. In that, I’m similar to him, also in his intensity, his slight seriousness, his watchfulness.
I met him once you know … had to have been mid-80s … he was with Daryl Hannah … I was more interested in him. I asked him about his wife … I really did not know the story.
”She committed suicide.”
Gulp, end of conversation after the niceties.