Travels

There's a chance the speakers in my car will never recover. There's a
chance that I missed an opportunity to be responsible and get some
unknown monumental task accomplished over the last few days. there's a
chance that when I am old I will click my tongue and say, "tsk tsk, how
I wish I had stayed home and organized more, focused more on cleaning
my room, and such grown up things." Or there's a chance that I will
reminisce about my one week as a groupie and giggle bashfully, never
regretting the choice that I made that led me down a winding southward
road and into the campfire circle of an odd assortment of eclectic
people who share one of my passions.

On Thursday night at eleven o'clock I climbed into a blue subaru with
a total stranger. Someone I met online. Something I had never done, or
even come close to doing. Lucky for me, Hollie Ash was a thirty
something mother with her seventeen year old daughter Cassie in tow,
en route from Coos Bay, Oregon to Seattle, for the first of the Avett
Brothers west coast shows in August of 2009. A few miles from my
house, she asked if hearing the as yet unreleased album that wasn't
legal for another 4 weeks would ruin my experience. Obviously, the idea of doing something
slightly immoral appealed to me almost as much as hearing the newest
songs on I And Love And You. The hour to Seattle was passed mostly in
the speechless absorption of sounds that were both novel and nostalgic
and lyrics that, as always, made curious as to whether Scott and Seth
Avett had been the long lost emotional siblings I had never known
about. It may be one of the few times I ride in a car and the lack of
conversation is not only non-offensive, it is an understood and shared
acknowlegement of our mutual desire to soak up every note, lyric,
every intense harmony.

To be continued....

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