May. 30th, 2002

Beach.

May. 30th, 2002 09:51 pm
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Beautiful day outside today. Shame I slept through most of it.

Woke up after a ridiculously overlong afternoon nap and decided it was much, much too pretty to stay inside. Briefly considered spending the evening out in the courtyard, or maybe over at the little park across the lake from here. But the sun was already at a steep slant; it wouldn't be too long, I thought, before buildings and trees threw those places into shadow. I needed to get right down to where the sun was, to where there were no shadows; I needed to get out to the water, to Golden Gardens.

The trip down that winding road worried me a little. The truck just isn't handling . . . right. Nothing I can quite put my finger on and describe, but I can tell it's ailing. The transmission, most likely. It's unsteady and uncertain and in my most paranoid moments I was afraid it would tumble right off the road. But I arrived without incident.

Pretty night. A little too breezy for sitting still and reading the book I'd brought with me, and I couldn't make myself comfortable sitting in the sand, besides. So I found myself walking down along the beach instead, which was fair enough; I need exercise even more desperately than I simply need to get out of the house.

I was listening first to a sampler of 6fg songs; they're much on my mind today since they've asked me to write their band bio for them. When I started my walk down the beach, I was listening to Achtung Baby, U2's best goddamn album. (You can keep Joshua Tree, thanks -- I know it's most people's favorite, but not mine. I much prefer all the pain and distance and introspection that hang suspended in the super-saturated solution of Achtung Baby's layers of found sound and guitar. It's a sprawling psycho-sexual hand grenade of an album.)

The music put me in a melancholy mood, and I found myself walking, eyes downcast, contemplating blackened bits of wood from a thousand beachfires strewn and forgotten in the sand, and the shifting and impermanent marks of a thousand thousand footprints from people who had been there before me.

Oh, and I bought a hot dog.

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