My good buddy Shawn introduced me to this song well over a decade ago. I wasn't too impressed with much I had heard from this band. Mainly because the few songs I had heard were insanely overplayed on the radio (which I was still listening to at that point.)
But when he played this song, can't remember if it was on a CD player at his place, or in a car with a portable player...but it really landed for me.
Landed? What does that mean? (and I'm asking...instead of deleting and writing something that makes sense) So, here it is...we're past the mid point, and it's all down hill from here folks!!
Song 46
"Motorcycle Drive By" from the self titled album Third Eye Blind
The gentle picking at the beginning makes me think of the old 70's movie Benji for some reason. And the 70's tend to make me think of Autumn (I think I've gone down that road with the Asteroids Galaxy Tour.) So, Benji, the dog. And the 70's. I don't know but that's where my mind goes.
I also get this imagery of a guy driving in to the city from the fairly rural suburbs on his motorcycle. See what I did there? I used part of the title, and made sense out of it!
There is clearly some sort of love story/romance element to this song, but it sounds kinda bitter, over, or at the endish point. But that isn't what really gets me in the song. It's more just the music and the sounds of the vocals that make me go all Fall.
That's all I got for today. Enjoy!
grace, peace + hope
-Jesse
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Well, even though there is about a month left of Seasonal Summer, the Summer Movie Season is pretty much wrapping up. And it's been a ja... -
The old Tootsie-Pop commercial came to mind while I was ruminating over this post. The one where the kid asks how many licks it would take...
Whew. Okay. I'm old. I never heard this song before. But, because Jesse is my dear nephew, I listened to it on You Tube. I am overwhelmed. I didn't expect to tear up. And to feel so torn up.
ReplyDeleteI think of my sisters who have been widowed. I think of dear ones who have left this world, and of the ones whom they have left behind. I see their hurt. Their alone-ness. Their struggles to smile. To go on.
And, like, you, Jesse, I am so into Fall.
Funny. Uncle Gerry is out there raking leaves right now. Probably the last of the season. I fear when the season of this song and of which you write your splendidly weird thoughts, Jesse, will be a part of my life. I feel so alone - just thinking about it.
Does he sing with such intensity because he has to: to prove to himself that he is still alive? Or is it because he IS so alive that he sings with such intensity? His vocals on the word "burning" just echo in my brain. I feel it in my chest. I am not even listening to the song right now, and I still feel the held-back tears.
How can one be so alone? AND so alive? Because of the pain?
Jess, never stop writing. Never stop sharing. Never stop loving.
Love you,
Aunt Rita
Aunt Rita, I need to re-read this when I have more time to take it in. But your words of challenge and encouragement always make their intended effect. Thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteI won't stop writing, sharing, or loving.
-Love and miss ya,
Jess
Of course you will have to read it over, Jesse. My thoughts were all over the place, and, ha, THAT from an English teacher. No beginning, no real middle, no end.
ReplyDeleteBut, still, with your words you always remind of THE Alpha and Omega. So, again - thanks and love.
Love you too.
Aunt Rita