So I woke up that day after not much sleep as I was freaky excited, and I ate a bit and then hung out waiting. When I started to get real antsy I called him and he told me I was holding him up. I was still laughing when I hung up the phone. About thirty minutes later and my stuff was loaded in the car, his hybrid, and we were on the road.
We cruised down the coast of California and as we traveled I was enthralled by the water of the pacific. It’s hard to realize the differing colors and hues of blue that are present in the world. From tye-dyes, to lakes, to the sunset as it drifts towards twilight, to the almighty seas of the world we see blues that shade and caress and actually flow out and back and then out again. As we were heading once again to the desert, that place of flaming suns and arid sands, I found my perusal of the sea much more encompassing and awed. There wasn’t necessarily a huge swell that day, but the calmness of it and the fact that she could change whenever she wanted, she could take lives, cities, even whole continents if Plato was to be believed was what seemed to be drawing my eyes to her. She will always be my lover, and to separate from her is to me to experience death of some large essential part of my soul.
The soundtrack to this journey never really seems to differ much. We start off with a little King Crimson. Discipline is the name of that game, at least for a couple times, and then we move on to Coast to Coast. My beautiful wife was very sweet, as she usually is, and got me a stream link membership to the website so I have the ability to download all the Coast to Coast I want and have time to download. My broskie has developed a serious taste for the Ghost to Ghost segments, along with my daughter actually, so I always bring a crapload of that. Pretty much the entire library of them from about 1995 to the present day. Then I decided to add a few more of them of different subjects, but pretty much the same genre. Weird shows about German World War 2 antigravity machines and demons and an odd ranch out in Utah, odd items of auditory goodness to twist our not so fragile minds. But as some of that is a little too intense for the kidlings, we stuck to tunage. Now along with a huge grip of Coast to Coast I had also included another disk that had different music on it that I thought my broskie would enjoy. Some ray lynch, some loop guru, and the original recording of tenacious D’s first album. Of all the things he enjoyed the most, it seemed to be the D. Now for those of you without that album, why don’t you have it yet? And for those of you with that album I can say only one thing to you that would form between us the bond of brotherhood that is our humanity and that is….
COCKAYUSS!!!!
Which of all things became the catch word of the trip. Sometimes with complete exhaustion, but more often then not it would be with a leg kick and great volume accentuating all of the heavy consonants.
So we traveled and we listened to age appropriate music and then we were there. We had traveled down to the bruthah’s dad’s house to deposit the kids with him, which we did. His dad had bought different pastries from a local bakery and we sliced them all up into fours and had a little of each. He had bought milk as well so we got some sugar and pastry fortifications in our bodies before we moved on down the road.
