The supervisor guy turns off the factory lights
So the robots have to work in the dark
There are two ways into town from where I live, the main drag and the back way.
The back way is a gravel road through a few thousand acres of empty land.
For some reason, that pleases me to no end, even though gravel roads are a dusty, paint-chipping pain in the ass.
As I type this, I am sitting at the bar in my kitchen, looking out at that open land and that gravel road. There is also this geodesic dome house sitting there.
Well shoot, they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
There is where the magic happens at The Dude Abides.
Moving toward the deck.
The deck, with said open land and geodesic dome house.
Geodesic dome house?
Open land and neighborhood trail, Bridger Mountain Range in the background.
Nice houses and Mount Blackmore.
I am pleased with my living arrangements.
As I type, I am listening to Grandaddy, which is featured a few posts down. I will plug them again, because dude is from Bozeman. Jason Lytle is the brains behind and frontman of the now-defunct band, Grandaddy. They are great. The band broke up. He lives in Bozeman, and is still making music and performing.
Here is Jason:
Perhaps one day, he will grace the Boogie Station.
I know him through my friend Billy, who is a phenomenal drummer in his own right. He went to high school in Santa Monica, and grew up and played with Perry Farrell, as well as his own band, Lake Society.
We don't get the big bands here in this little outpost of civilization (gravel roads), so we kind of make our own music, which is cool.
I am biding time, typing this, while Stanette gets ready. She has come out in a couple slinky dresses. We are going to pick up our friends, Ginny and Brent, to go get some cocktails and sushi.
I know that later, as sure as the sun rises in the East, I will plug one of my guitars in to my Mesa Boogie amplifier, turn on the microphone and play "Loving Cup" with all of the passion I can muster.
I will play like nobody is listening.
Because nobody will be.
And it's alright.
It's alright.
Everything is going to be alright.
The back way is a gravel road through a few thousand acres of empty land.
For some reason, that pleases me to no end, even though gravel roads are a dusty, paint-chipping pain in the ass.
As I type this, I am sitting at the bar in my kitchen, looking out at that open land and that gravel road. There is also this geodesic dome house sitting there.
Well shoot, they say a picture is worth a thousand words.
There is where the magic happens at The Dude Abides.
Moving toward the deck.
The deck, with said open land and geodesic dome house.
Geodesic dome house?
Open land and neighborhood trail, Bridger Mountain Range in the background.
Nice houses and Mount Blackmore.
I am pleased with my living arrangements.
As I type, I am listening to Grandaddy, which is featured a few posts down. I will plug them again, because dude is from Bozeman. Jason Lytle is the brains behind and frontman of the now-defunct band, Grandaddy. They are great. The band broke up. He lives in Bozeman, and is still making music and performing.
Here is Jason:
Perhaps one day, he will grace the Boogie Station.
I know him through my friend Billy, who is a phenomenal drummer in his own right. He went to high school in Santa Monica, and grew up and played with Perry Farrell, as well as his own band, Lake Society.
We don't get the big bands here in this little outpost of civilization (gravel roads), so we kind of make our own music, which is cool.
I am biding time, typing this, while Stanette gets ready. She has come out in a couple slinky dresses. We are going to pick up our friends, Ginny and Brent, to go get some cocktails and sushi.
I know that later, as sure as the sun rises in the East, I will plug one of my guitars in to my Mesa Boogie amplifier, turn on the microphone and play "Loving Cup" with all of the passion I can muster.
I will play like nobody is listening.
Because nobody will be.
And it's alright.
It's alright.
Everything is going to be alright.
3 Comments:
goddamn you live in paradise.
at least you can see the soldiers coming from miles away.
good for you dude. couldn't be happier for someone. your boogie station certainly does provide a moment of zen for you every day. sweaty, loud, and all alone. it's a good place for you.
Beautiful home.
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