Sometimes I make calendars for my friends. If you live in SLC, come see my band December 9th with Wovenhand. It will be a blast. Promise?
Snow, Sleep with Me.
Growing up in Southern California and living in Utah always begs the question: WHY? My answer is always this: SNOW.
Snow is the most amazing substance on earth. I can't explain the silence. The glow. Night becomes day. The world slows down. My anxiety vanishes. I am at peace. The only comparable silence is that of the ocean. Of being underwater. And it's not so much a silence as it is white noise. Like closing your eyes and going under. Except with snow, your eyes remain wide open.
Cowgirl in the Sand
I had never paid much attention to the lyrics of this song before even though I've listened to Neil Young's Everybody Knows This is Nowhere about a zillion times, and today while reminiscing and shuffling through old photographs, maps, foreign museum plans, I heard it for the first time. I've never had a song resonate so much in my life. This is saying a lot. A whole fucking lot.
What is also amazing about this is the interpretation of this song could mean a million different things to any given person. And what resonates with me is something so deeply melancholy and sad that I'd hardly imagine anyone drawing the same inferences. So, while on this path, I looked up the song in wikipedia and there are, indeed, many interpretations. Surprisingly, there are 2 aspects to its interpretation that are coincidental:
1. Young wrote the song in a flu induced fever while in his home in Topanga Canyon, which happens to be my hometown.
2. Young said the sand in the song was about beaches in Spain. Which, at the time I was listening to the song and hearing it like it was the first time - I was riffling through old photos from when I lived in Spain.
Coincidence aside. The song is amazing and regardless of what it means to you or me. "It's the woman in you that makes you want to play this game."
Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place
at your command
Can I stay here
for a while
Can I see your
sweet sweet smile
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.
Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band
begun to rust
After all
the sin we've had
I was hopin' that
we'd turn bad
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.
Hello woman of my dreams
This is not
the way it seems
Purple words
on a grey background
To be a woman
and to be turned down
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.
*photo is one I took in Donostia (San Sebastian), Basque Country, Spain.
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