Lazy, hot Sunday afternoon. Kids and wife are out of the house. Local boy Joe Walsh turned up pretty loud on the surround sound system. Ok, really loud.
So loud that I just noticed my dog Buddy left the room. Other than barking fits, Buddy is a “party- favorites-Jimmy-Buffet” kind of music lover. In my eyes, these are his only two faults.
I’m pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me as he passed by. I could tell (yet again) that he was on the verge of speech, likely about to say, “I ask for Margaritaville and you give me Life’s Been Good? Pathetic!”
I’m realizing I haven’t blogged in quite some time. Several of my new blogosphere friends (who have been doing this longer than I) seem to have taken the summer off. Perhaps subconsciously I have been doing the same? I just went through a few weeks where everything mechanical in my life stopped working, so that’s my excuse.
I have completed my full discography collection of all Rush albums adding Moving Pictures, Hemispheres and the new one Snakes And Arrows last week. I found 1 ticket on Ebay in the 4th row and am eager to see them here in Cleveland at the end of August. It will be my fourth time.
Most classic rock fans know Tom Sawyer and New World Man pretty well, but have never heard what I think is one of Rush’s best albums: Presto. Several years beyond their “heyday”, I fell in love with this disc in 1990 and have fond memories of listening to it in my old Honda Accord back in Springfield, Missouri.
I gave it a spin last week and was reminded again how really good it is. Presto includes a song called War Paint that, at least for me, is a great song about the masks we wear. I think it’s also about us becoming so full of ourselves that we can’t see clearly.
All puffed up with vanity
We see what we want to see
To the beautiful and the wise
The mirror always liesBoys and girls together
Mistake conceit for pride
Ambition for illusion
Dreams for self-delusionGirls and boys together
See what it is we lack
Boys and girls together
Let’s paint the mirror blackPaint it black
I like the idea of painting the mirror black, dropping the mask, and being real with others. Easier said than done of course.
What do you think?
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