all blue
some of my fondest memories of my youth involved going to my grandparents' farms. there were many interesting things to do there - build forts, hike, climb trees, explore buildings (climbing on top of them also). although just the memory almost makes me sneeze with the dust, i cherish the memories of jumping between hay bales - the joy of jumping between bales, testing my jumping abilities (or climbing back up when i missed), playing tag with my cousins, getting chased and thrown off the bales by my older brother(s). trying to be as good at jumping, running, balancing, and climbing bales.
that was what my farm days involved. my uncles probably did all these sorts of things before they had to start working on the farm - the nice thing about my experience is that i have few memories of work associated with the farms - it is all fun and the joys of growing up as farm kids - swimming in stock dams, exploring abandoned houses and tree rows, finding interesting objects in junk piles (usually forgotten parts from broken down machinery), canoeing to retired cars that act as islands in flooded ditches, tying ropes between walls in hay barns on which to climb and swing, taming wild kittens and trying to ensure that the mother doesn't hide them better next time. i can't imagine what i would have done to find these experiences had i spent my whole life in town. there was more freedom to make mistakes (without too dangerous of consequences). there was more room to figure things out and enjoy life with less structure than playing in a park or organized baseball league where the clock starts and stops practice. i find value in those experiences.
i spent many years playing music with the writer/performer of this song - he was one of my best friends for most of high school and college. we haven't talked much in the last couple years, but he's continued playing music by himself (taught himself how to play piano for one thing), and he's written some very good songs - just look for him on the internet if you want to download his songs, and i recommend them very highly. his voice is great, his lyrics are equally impressive, and his mastery of a variety of musical instruments has increased recently. besides his great uncle was the famous lawrence welk. i often joked (though i was quite serious) with him that i wanted to call our band "travis welk and the orchestra" as an obvious reference to his relative. the people that i played music with during my high school and college years have continued playing, and have done quite well for themselves (in terms of making good music) - maybe i'll post something from tor's band the glad version. or you can explore their music yourself.
eusia by travis welk
oh eusia where are you going
where have you been
i bet you've done some living
i bet you'll fit in somewhere
and dirty drinks and dusty roads
can't drown the voice of you
livin as we call it
dyin as we do
eusia, just close your eyes and think of me
you will see the skies above me
all blue
all that's missin is you
and dusty aurora
look down as we fly
show me the directions so we can make it right
and dirty drinks and dusty roads can't drown the voice of you
livin as we call it
dyin as we do
eusia just close your eyes and think of me
you will see the skies above me
all blue
all that's missin is you
it's not fair
nothin is
and i don't care about it any more
oh eusia where are you goin
where have you been
that was what my farm days involved. my uncles probably did all these sorts of things before they had to start working on the farm - the nice thing about my experience is that i have few memories of work associated with the farms - it is all fun and the joys of growing up as farm kids - swimming in stock dams, exploring abandoned houses and tree rows, finding interesting objects in junk piles (usually forgotten parts from broken down machinery), canoeing to retired cars that act as islands in flooded ditches, tying ropes between walls in hay barns on which to climb and swing, taming wild kittens and trying to ensure that the mother doesn't hide them better next time. i can't imagine what i would have done to find these experiences had i spent my whole life in town. there was more freedom to make mistakes (without too dangerous of consequences). there was more room to figure things out and enjoy life with less structure than playing in a park or organized baseball league where the clock starts and stops practice. i find value in those experiences.
i spent many years playing music with the writer/performer of this song - he was one of my best friends for most of high school and college. we haven't talked much in the last couple years, but he's continued playing music by himself (taught himself how to play piano for one thing), and he's written some very good songs - just look for him on the internet if you want to download his songs, and i recommend them very highly. his voice is great, his lyrics are equally impressive, and his mastery of a variety of musical instruments has increased recently. besides his great uncle was the famous lawrence welk. i often joked (though i was quite serious) with him that i wanted to call our band "travis welk and the orchestra" as an obvious reference to his relative. the people that i played music with during my high school and college years have continued playing, and have done quite well for themselves (in terms of making good music) - maybe i'll post something from tor's band the glad version. or you can explore their music yourself.
eusia by travis welk
oh eusia where are you going
where have you been
i bet you've done some living
i bet you'll fit in somewhere
and dirty drinks and dusty roads
can't drown the voice of you
livin as we call it
dyin as we do
eusia, just close your eyes and think of me
you will see the skies above me
all blue
all that's missin is you
and dusty aurora
look down as we fly
show me the directions so we can make it right
and dirty drinks and dusty roads can't drown the voice of you
livin as we call it
dyin as we do
eusia just close your eyes and think of me
you will see the skies above me
all blue
all that's missin is you
it's not fair
nothin is
and i don't care about it any more
oh eusia where are you goin
where have you been
posted by Brett Werner at
12:05 AM
1 Comments:
I like playing in hay-lofts, haven't done that in a while, these days I'm more likely to spend one afternoon a year tossing hay bales out of a truck (aunt and uncle don't have a conveyor) than playing in it. So how do we regain the the free-spirited fun that we once had? Heather and I have built snowforts and snowmen, thrown frisbees, kicked around a soccer ball, played guitar on top of the sled hill, and stuff like that in the past year. This is a start, but it's hard to just set aside time to have goofy fun.
I'd be interested in the November Andrew Bird concert. Stay good.
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