After last week’s run-in with the long arm of the Web Sheriff law, I’m steering clear of posting any additional Van Morrison. Did you know that in the UK it’s illegal for you to copy a physical CD you purchased onto your own computer? Apparently the Brits have no ‘private use’ clause in their copyright laws. I wonder about the enforcement of that.
Anyway, back to my 3rd installment of the 1000 Minutes project.
This project will become a bit more difficult, I’m sure, but for now it’s still a fairly easy assignment. With that said, while I knew I wanted a Wilco song on my magical mp3 player, which one to choose was tougher. Like lots of fans of the band, my first introduction to them was Summerteeth. I’m a sucker for nostalgia, and I can imagine that finding myself stranded alone would make it impossible to avoid. This track plays right into that feeling.
Anyone from New York (not the city) will have a story about a stranger assuming that New York (the state) is, quite simply, a vast expanse of concrete and buildings. People are always surprised to learn that where I am located in the state is actually about 6 hours of fast driving away from the actual city.
This misinformation isn’t a one way street. I have visions of heading south of the Mason-Dixon to find a vast expanse of bars with peanut shells ground into the floor; each bar has a band playing the blues. In this dreamworld, each song sounds exactly like this one does. And if this place exists, I’m moving tomorrow.