Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Well, the weather outside is frightful...

So, this is looking out my front door at the rest of Wisteria Lane this morning.

That's some real rock and roll hootchie-coo right there.

I am sure most of you are like, "that blows. Duder's got snow already? Dang."

But, oh no, that is not the case.

I'm excited like I am 11, and it is Christmas morning and there under the tree is a fresh x-wing fighter.

Oh yeah.

I know it won't stick, but it holds promise.

And hope.

Promise and hope that the Snow Gods will decide to just dump all over Southwestern Montana this winter.

Ahhh, Tuesday.

Tuesday, you sassy, surprising day.

We'll ride them someday

You know...

I was going to post something here.

But I didn't.

Because, statistics show that only a fraction of the people who visit here actually click and watch the videos I post.

Let's get this straight- this isn't about my stupid snowboarding videos or the shit mitten videos.

This is about the Stones video below.

Because I have a real problem with anybody... with anybody who watches that video and cannot recognize the genius, the power and the beauty of that song.

Of that band.

Because, Jesus, Ron Wood.

Ron Wood, he plays a lead on that song that makes me want to cry at 2 o'clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

And Keith?

Keith is the glue that holds it all together.

Fuckin' A.

Just click the video below, watch it and appreciate that you are watching Van Gogh painting, Jordan with a basketball, Scorscese directing, Favre faking a handoff ... you are watching some of the best artists in their field, at the height of their skills, just doing how what they do.

Watching these guys do it, in their 60's, makes me sad.

Understand, I fully appreciate the beauty... after all, in the post below, I said I would have given a pinkie or a ring finger to be in the room when that was recorded...

But it makes me sad.

Because, I would have died to see a 60 year old John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George and Ringo on acoustic guitars, doing something like, say, Rocky Raccoon or Come Together.

Jesus, could you even imagine?

What that would sound like, with the weight of years, the weather of a 60 year old voice, and the shared experiences... which were absolutely singular...

Could you imagine?

Blackbird or even something like Norwegian Wood?

I'd probably give my left arm at the elbow for that.

Maybe even a testicle.

For crying out loud, go click that video below, and imagine the Beatles, 50 or 60 years old, just getting together in a room, with acoustic guitars, and maybe a bottle of whiskey, and playing something that beautiful.

Because, honestly, when was the last time you got to play catch with Favre, or watch DaVinci paint, or watch Barishnikov dance, or watch Nicholson act?

Click it.

Just click it.

There is snow on the ground here in Bozeman.


I have spent the last 24 hours learning to play Wild Horses...

Tomorrow, or maybe Wednesday, I am going over to Stanette's to play it together.

If I can find a way to record it, I will.

That video from Saturday was lame.

We were being cool, playing with children, and whatnot...

But if I can convince her, I will try to record something pure for you guys.

I will.