Dark Days/Light Years

First hit out this afternoon since Saturday. Glad for the break if I'm honest, I've found that since I've been able to take a holiday and step outside the workingridingfamilyworkingworkingfamilyridingtrainfamilysleep holding pattern that I've been existing in these past few months things have caught up with one somewhat. So it was with mixed feelings that I stepped out into the watery sunshine this afternoon to get amongst it. I mentally slapped myself for the churlish, spoilt ideation that going for a ride in The Redwoods could be *sigh* A CHORE.I was faced with a temporary loss of inspiration to ride.

People talk about finding their inspiration in different ways and just like the good Dr's latest trieste I found myself completely knocked on my ass and reinvigorated by a piece of art, which has elegantly been described as
"Just the sci-fi groove-rock mindfuck to shake us out of our no-fun times". Now there's not much I thank god for about my Welsh heritage (sub six foot, body designed to dig coal. Ginger beard) however knowing that I share a cultural (if vague and somewhat tenuous) commonality with SFA is A ok. SFA OK in fact. This album is genius and with all due respect tips Hey Venus into a crooked hat.

In fact, if we're going to play the game of "vague and tenuous cultural associations" that link me with SFA then I've got another one for you. Bare with me here, it's all about my burgeoning interest in both Six Degrees of Separation and Morphic Resonance. I know, if there is one thing you can say about me it's that I'm truly scientificological.

Right.

Ahem..... SFA are on the record label Rough Trade, Got that? Rough Trade. Now, if you were to walk into the Rough Trade Shop You'd find an album that I played on is sold in said shop. It would undoubtedly be in the bargain bin (having been reliably informed that we'd sold at last count FOUR COPIES in the greater London area). Ha! that's two. We're practically family SFA and me.Both Welsh and both sold (one in greater number than other) in the Rough Trade Shops. And they said it couldn't be done..

The whole "four records sold" thing reminds me of a particularly cutting comment that I read online between two friends of mine, one, hassling the other (in his subtle, polite manner) about purchasing his album. "okay bro, I'll give you 20 bucks for a CD" began the reply "but do us a favour and chuck the album straight in the bin, let's cut out the middle man". Burn. Truly the wellspring of talent I swim in knows no depth....

Right. Back on track, or trails as it were...the trails. Yes. They were wet. Wet, sketchy and muddy. This mattered not, as I was inspired and wanted to soak the album up as much as I could in the privacy of my own head (and the relative anonymity that riding a bike can give you).I tooled about for a good couple hours, pretending that I was on a cyclocross bike and that I had a cycling cap on under my helmet. It was grand. Tomorrow I'll do the same thing, then the two days after that I'll be riding with my old man. Should be a stone cold party.

It only leaves me to finish this rambling, digressive and most importantly inspired post in an apt manner. I remain, inspired.





They had an animated video!! so did we!!! FUUUUUUCK...It doesn't get more real than that maaaaan...They had Sir Paul McCartney sing backing vocals on that song, We...Oh. Never mind.