My hero.
For the longest time I did not have a hero.
Not until I read and became inspired by John Muir.
“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
“Most people are on the world, not in it - having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them - undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate."
“The mountains are calling and I must go.”
-John Muir
I love the Everly Brothers.
Even though their songs are largely about heartache, they still put a smile on my face.
It's their melodies and harmonies.
Or maybe it's the nostalgia from my childhood...
“Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams.
And you weren’t having any of those.”
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Her writings and paintings have continued to inspire me.
"To progress in life you must give up the things you do not like. Give up doing the things that you do not like to do. You must find the things that you do like. The things that are acceptable to your mind."
"When I think of art I think of beauty. Beauty is the mystery of life. It is not in the eye it is in the mind. In our minds there is awareness of perfection."
source: yours truly, at The Art Institute of Chicago
I love the mountains. Rugged mountain men. Even before the bizarre urban trend took hold.
Rough. Rugged. Raw. Bearded. And typically well flanneled.
But musically, I am loving Mountain Man. A female trio that puts together wonderful folk harmonies.
"New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors."
– Wallace Stevens
I would argue New York is not the only place this applies.
As I was getting my coffee at Wooglins Deli Friday morning, I was surprised to find Texas Long Horns in a Colorado College parking lot (situated right next to Wooglins).
The cowboys who brought them were really nice and let me inside the gate for decent pictures.
They told me the Long Horns were brought into town for the rodeo.
It was the highlight of my morning.
Exciting stuff, I know.
My music-listening habits are a lot like astronomy cycles.
There are some bands and musicians I can only revisit every so often.
I have a tendency to overplay anything I am listening to. Doesn't matter if it's new or old.
Eventually, I overplay it, tire of it and want something else.
The Doors is one of those bands currently in its play cycle.
However, its cycle is about to end and the next cycle may not occur for another 1-2 years.
It's bizarre, but then, so am I.
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