There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts

05 August 2017

The insta-story family reunion

Our family reunions now consist of days spent up at my brother's cabin in Fruitland, Utah.

I'm not complaining, I love it up there. I won't lie though, I miss the days of going to new places with the family, but that hasn't happened for ten years, since sister died.

With all of us getting older though, Fruitland is easier on everyone.
I created an Instagram insta-story for the weekend reunion for me to enjoy on here.

I doubt anyone will see it until I'm gone and the family goes through this site to see memories of my life.

If that happens, I hope you enjoy it. The music is inspired by crazylegs and Aaz from our time together driving back from the lake.

20 June 2017

more Seu Jorge please

Walking down 7th avenue, a light rain starts to fall. As I'm waiting for the light to turn green, a chap next to me says, 

"Seu Jorge?"

I turn and smile and acknowledge that I am indeed going to the show.

"Your red beanie gave you away my friend."
I'm not one to usually dress up in costume when going to concerts, but after having seen Seu Jorge last year in Denver, I knew that Team Zissou would be worn this time around.

I continue down the streets of Minneapolis until the Pantages Theater is seen, the bright lights of the marquee shining like a lighthouse in a storm.
 Like most theaters in the midwest, the Pantages is ornately gorgeous inside. I marvel at the intricate artwork until the lights go down.

Seu tells the story of how his own Father passed away three days after David Bowie died. During this time his ex-wife pushes him toward a tour of the songs he so memorably brought to life in the movie The Life Aquatic.
Which is how our lives became intertwined over these last few months. I find no coincidence that I hear this story the night before Father's Day, and it seems to add something special as I let my own Dad know how much I love and miss him.

Which is what the movie was really all about.

I hum and whistle the songs in the Minnesota night as I walk back home in the rain, a smile repeatedly finds it's way onto my aged face.

16 February 2016

Arlington National Cemetery

When one enters Arlington National Cemetery and sees row after white row of grave markers, it is hard to fathom the thousands of lives buried here.
I have a strong lineage in the Armed Forces, both in the U.S. and Australia. Sacrifices made by my Grandfather, Uncle's and my own Father. They older I get the more I respect their service.
I think about the Stanley Kubrick movie, "Full Metal Jacket", and the scene where the soldier has a peace sign on his helmet next to the words "Kill". He explains to his superior about the "Duality of Man".
My Grateful Dead t shirt is partially hidden under a wool coat. I represent peace and an alternative view to all of this killing and loss of life.
Remember the dead, learn from history.

07 December 2015

The National Mall

I stepped out of the taxicab and into a night filled with mystery and power. Shimmering lights illuminating drunk politicians and dirty money in dimly lit pubs.

I sip the wine and cast my gaze onto the streets of the District of Columbia, and wonder what the morning will hold.
Morning comes and I find myself walking the streets, using the tip of the Washington monument as my guide. Throngs of tourists from various countries empty large buses and shutter click memories like rapid gun fire. A lady holds a selfie stick in front of her, and loudly talks to herself as she walks, oblivious to her surroundings.

I escape this early Saturday morning madness, and start strolling the National Mall.
Overcast skies blend with the fall colors to create an aura of reverence. The veteran's of our country's past wars fill me with solemn tears as I silently pay my respects.
The American Revolution and the Civil War.
World War I and II.
Korea and Vietnam.
Our present day nightmare of terror.
It's fitting to end at the Lincoln Memorial, a temple constructed to house the memory of President Lincoln. His inspirational words are forever etched in this spiritual dwelling.
I leave with a better understanding of our forefathers, and the sacrifices of the many that came before me.

Fitting that this is written on the remembrance of Pearl Harbor.