It's been a quiet week.....
at lake wobegon, my hometown, out there on the edge of the prarie.
No, not my hometown but that of Garrison Keilor and the same way he introduces his weekly monlogue on A Prarie Home Companion. Which is my favorite radio program, and has been for quite some time now. I first got into it a long time ago because my grandmother would listen to it, and when I would spend weekend with them I would stop and listen along with her. It seemed to usually come on just before her other favorite radio program which was listening to Skip Carrie, the voice of the Atlanta Braves baseball club. For those who have never heard the show it now comes on Sat evenings and again on Sunday mornings on National Public Radio, and the segment highlights whatever has happened in Garrison Keilor's hometown that week and at times it's hard to tell where the lines of fiction and reality seem to blur.
I make mention of this because recently I've discovered that you can download his two weekly podcasts through iTunes and I've got hours of the show on my iPod now. It's great for those long monotanous solo rides where music can sometimes become a bother and all you really need is the sound of a voice to move you along and tell you a story. I've also found it to be the perfect way to wind down on those long car rides home at night from either rides or work, and it has a way of removing the days troubles and wrapping you up in a story for 15 or so minutes. The thought I had as I was pulling into the garage last night was how much this weekly monologue of his was like a blog, only in a different medium. It's purpouse, to take the reader/listener to a place away from where they were when they came across the writer, and to let them escape into their world for a moment. That's often how I feel when I read other peoples works.
I had dinner last night w/ Speedy and we talked at length about how this kind of writing can be very cathartic. I told him that I will typically just write whatever comes to mind w/out putting too much thought or editing time into it, that way it seems to flow more freely and feels more natural. Much like the way I wrote songs, back when I wrote songs of course, these days its just music that likely no one will ever hear. Not because it's not of any quality or worth, they all are, but mostly because I've stopped recording what I write and instead just play it and if I like it, I do my best to remember it for later on. If not, then at least it's still gotten out of me. Funny how these days what seems to come out when i do get around to playing is much more condensed than what it used to be. In some ways, I feel as if all that there is to be said has already been done so, and my contribution has already been made. I do look forward to what the future generations will bring to the music world, especially when the cycle of music comes back around to the focus on quality songwriting and not this overly produced, excesively packaged, overly played slammed down your throat variety that I am inundated with on a daily basis. Thankfully for me, my catalog of music has been piling up for so long that I don't have very far to go to find something I like when I want to hear it.
So, not much riding this week, life has demanded other things of my time but that's ok. Rumor has it that I may be reunited w/ a certain red bicycle by the end of the day that I feel quite certain will again spark my obsesive riding nature in the weeks to come. BOD x-mas party tomorrow night and the ever growing family will again have its annual reunion of sorts. I love this party because in a lot of cases it's the only chance I get to see some of the people I've come to refer to as family.
Well thats the news from Funwoody, where the coffee is strong, the bikes are good looking and the children are just about average (thanks Garrison)
POAS
Matt-
No, not my hometown but that of Garrison Keilor and the same way he introduces his weekly monlogue on A Prarie Home Companion. Which is my favorite radio program, and has been for quite some time now. I first got into it a long time ago because my grandmother would listen to it, and when I would spend weekend with them I would stop and listen along with her. It seemed to usually come on just before her other favorite radio program which was listening to Skip Carrie, the voice of the Atlanta Braves baseball club. For those who have never heard the show it now comes on Sat evenings and again on Sunday mornings on National Public Radio, and the segment highlights whatever has happened in Garrison Keilor's hometown that week and at times it's hard to tell where the lines of fiction and reality seem to blur.
I make mention of this because recently I've discovered that you can download his two weekly podcasts through iTunes and I've got hours of the show on my iPod now. It's great for those long monotanous solo rides where music can sometimes become a bother and all you really need is the sound of a voice to move you along and tell you a story. I've also found it to be the perfect way to wind down on those long car rides home at night from either rides or work, and it has a way of removing the days troubles and wrapping you up in a story for 15 or so minutes. The thought I had as I was pulling into the garage last night was how much this weekly monologue of his was like a blog, only in a different medium. It's purpouse, to take the reader/listener to a place away from where they were when they came across the writer, and to let them escape into their world for a moment. That's often how I feel when I read other peoples works.
I had dinner last night w/ Speedy and we talked at length about how this kind of writing can be very cathartic. I told him that I will typically just write whatever comes to mind w/out putting too much thought or editing time into it, that way it seems to flow more freely and feels more natural. Much like the way I wrote songs, back when I wrote songs of course, these days its just music that likely no one will ever hear. Not because it's not of any quality or worth, they all are, but mostly because I've stopped recording what I write and instead just play it and if I like it, I do my best to remember it for later on. If not, then at least it's still gotten out of me. Funny how these days what seems to come out when i do get around to playing is much more condensed than what it used to be. In some ways, I feel as if all that there is to be said has already been done so, and my contribution has already been made. I do look forward to what the future generations will bring to the music world, especially when the cycle of music comes back around to the focus on quality songwriting and not this overly produced, excesively packaged, overly played slammed down your throat variety that I am inundated with on a daily basis. Thankfully for me, my catalog of music has been piling up for so long that I don't have very far to go to find something I like when I want to hear it.
So, not much riding this week, life has demanded other things of my time but that's ok. Rumor has it that I may be reunited w/ a certain red bicycle by the end of the day that I feel quite certain will again spark my obsesive riding nature in the weeks to come. BOD x-mas party tomorrow night and the ever growing family will again have its annual reunion of sorts. I love this party because in a lot of cases it's the only chance I get to see some of the people I've come to refer to as family.
Well thats the news from Funwoody, where the coffee is strong, the bikes are good looking and the children are just about average (thanks Garrison)
POAS
Matt-
