Jackson Browne's "The Fuse" is one of those songs that touches my soul musically and lyrically. I know we're going to see each other over on MLTSHP, but the closing of this chapter is still strangely, deeply affecting. And, without getting too philosophical or morose, has me considering the impermanence of all of the day-to-day stuff we take for granted.
Thanks to everyone who made this the one place on the Internet I was proud to think of as home these last few years. I can't wait to hear the jingle of the bell when the MLTSHP door swings open!
It's coming from so far away It's hard to say for sure Whether what I hear is music or the wind Through an open door There's a fire high in the empty sky Where the sound meets the shore There's a long distance loneliness Rolling out over the desert floor
And the years that I spent lost in the mystery Fall away leaving only the sound of the drum Like a part of me It speaks to the heart of me Forget what life used to be You are what you choose to be It's whatever it is you see That life will become
Whatever it is you might think you have You have nothing to lose Through every dead and living thing Time runs like a fuse And the fuse is burning And the earth is turning
Though the years give way to uncertainty And the fear of living for nothing strangles the will There's a part of me That speaks to the heart of me Though sometimes it's hard to see It's never far from me Alive in eternity That nothing can kill
Oh Lord Are there really people starving still? Look out beyond the walls of Babylon How long will their needs go unfilled I want to say right now I'm going to be around I'm going to be around When the walls and towers are crumbling When the towers are tumbling down And I will tune my spirit to the gentle sound I want to hear the sound Of the waters lapping on a higher ground Of the children laughing
I'll admit I'm unsure about posting this, but here goes. It seems @brax – Christopher Street – died just about a year ago. I found out a month or two later, but hadn't really known what to do about it. Now that this whole great MLKSHK show is ending and becoming something else, I just wanted to take a moment and say good-bye. I guess I hope that someone would do the same for me.
I didn't "know" him any better than I know a lot of you; but we shared enough interests/posts/comments that I think we would have been friends in "real" life. I selfishly miss him because I had a wonderful thing to share with him (http://mlkshk.com/p/1BFJE), and now I can't do that.
So Godspeed, man. I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to know you better.
…and the show was mind-blowing. These guys have been recreating Peter Gabriel-era Genesis shows for over 20 years now and they were just utterly arresting, both musically and visually. Incredible to see a show I was too young by a decade to have seen with the originals (who love these guys). If you dig this complex, theatrical version of Genesis, or quality Prog rock in general, I cannot recommend them enough.
But there's another thing: I knew there was a MLKSHKr who I was sure would appreciate this, I just couldn't remember who. Then in my nostalgic digging around this past week, I realized who it was, and I'm sad to say I can't share it with him, because we lost him just about a year ago. So one of my last posts is to also say farewell to @brax http://mlkshk.com/p/1BFJF.
At least, I think. I was pretty late to the game here (just over 3 years ago), and I'd been lurking and digging through the already enormous history of MLKSHK for months, adding so many other people's great images to my shk.
I knew I was a MLKSHKr for real when Captcha gave me this, and my first thought was, "Hey, I know a bunch of people who would really appreciate this."
And I just now realized how perfect(ly meme-ish) a line from Roy's speech is for our final day!
All these tears… saved, like tears in, um, a huge new tear container.
So I've been reading excerpts from Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends to my boys again, and of course I have MLKSHK on the brain all the time of late, so really, how could I *not* think of everyone's favorite D*pants after reading this one?