Aged inspiration

If there is anyone who follows my blog and has not listened to Dinosaur Jr.'s 4th album, "Green Mind" (read: probably all of you) then you need to stop reading this post right now and go listen to it. I don't need to justify the album, the music speaks for itself.

Anyways, here are the lyrics to the song "The Wagon"

There's a way I feel right now
Wish you'd help me, don't know how
We're all nuts, so who helps who
Some help when no one's got a clue
Baby, why don't we
Baby, why don't we
There's a place I'd like to go
When you get there then I'll know
There's a place I know you've been
Here's a wagon, get on it
Baby, why don't we
Baby, why don't we
Baby, why don't we
Baby, why don't we
Why don't we
You won't see me
You won't see me
There you are and here I stand
Tryin' to make you feel my hand
You won't see me
You won't see me
I ring the doorbell in your mind
But it's locked from the outside
You won't see me
You won't see me
You don't live there anyway
But I knock on it all day
You won't see me
You won't see me
There's a place I go
But you're not there
And I'm supposed to know
How to get to where
You're gonna be
But you don't even know
So I'm flakin'
While you're shakin' it
With every stone you fly
Without a mind, without a spine
What is it that you wanna find
There's a place I go
But you're not there
And I'm supposed to know
How to get to where
You're gonna be
But you don't even know
So I'm flalin'
While you're sailin' off
Without a course in mind
Without a mind, without a dock
What is it that you wanna find
There's a place I'd like to go
When you get there then I'll know
There's a place I know you've been
Here's a wagon, get on it
Baby, why don't we
Baby, why don't we
Why don't we
You won't see me
You won't see me
There you are and here I stand
Tryin' to make you feel my hand
You won't see me
You won't see me
I ring the doorbell in your mind
But it's locked from the outside
You won't see me
You won't see me
You don't live there anyway
But I knock on it all day
You won't see me
You won't see me

Open Road

Something that should be known about me: Roadtrips are more or less my favorite way to journey through in the world (and hands-down, my favorite method of transportation). Something about them is just so... magical. The perfect combination of fleeing from your life, and driving just a little too fast down unfamilliar roads towards a temporary new home (but really, as all road-trippers will know, the real beauty is that you have no home. You, and your friends in the car are where you live, and as long as you're on the road, dreams of homes and beds do not matter).
It's something about singing along with that one song everybody in the car kinda knows the words to, or the ever-growing mountain of soda cans at the feet of the character in the backseat. It's buying locally made pastries at a small-town convinience store, and having the person at the till look at you funny when you accidentally pull out the wrong currency. Taking pictures of the mountains out of the windows of a moving car, nobody being exactly able to agree on a tempurature for a car, and (personlly, my favorite) getting lost in an unfamilliar city, trying to find your way back onto your road while somehow being impressed and annoyed with the fresh layout of the districts.

Anyways, recently I took a drive down to Salt Lake City with a concert in a small club as my destination. I missed three days of class (two of which were spend on the road, 14 hours each way). I ate terrible food, nearly fell asleep at the wheel, and spent several hundred dollars out of my quickly draining savings... and I loved every minute of it. The rush of moutain air, seeing your favorite band in a far-off city, and travelling halfways across America for no real reason.

I love road trips, because for a few days... you're free of destiny. You can escape life, and make your own decisions regarding destination, time and who you are
On that road, you are free