"Where the Soul meets Body ..." (Death Cab For Cutie)
I first heard Death Cab For Cutie while I was in Seattle. It was a wild ride, many ups and downs. On one hand, I recorded with the best drummer in the world, Matt Chamberlain, and have received the highest accolades. On the other hand, my girlfriend's Microsoft mom kicked me out of the house, and I had to sleep in the Greyhound station, and it wasn't pretty. Rollercoaster. Been wondering if I should mention any of this (too real?) on the new CD. Guess I just did! Oh, well ... that's rock 'n' roll. (Same song, "In my mind there's a Greyhound Station, taking me to a far-off destination.") Had a major revelation there, though (so no regrets) 'round 4 in the morning, with all the freaks around me. "Why is this happening to me?" I wondered. Then the reason came, as I remembered that time I had sex with that 16 year old runaway from Venice Beach (I was 19 so at least one of us was legal) who wanted to stay the night. But I said no, worried about what my room-mates would think. What the fuck should I care what they think? Shameful in retrospect. Apology! Seattle, some sorta karma boomerang ... But this is a different story:
In a room somewhere in Europe, with 2 rock stars (not including myself) a dealer, and a groupie. She's cute but obese. Some would call her a porker. And there's a MOUNTAIN of cocaine in front of us. ("Scarface," anyone?) Well, as many of you know, my Calico soul and body are drug-free, and I just don't dig it. "How many lines?" the guy asks, as the clock chimes 9 am and yes, it was an all-nighter indeed. "Four!" someone shouts. "Five!" someone else shouts, looking at me. I decline. High school peer-pressure sets in, I stick to my guns. But the guy who calls himself Jesus steps in, says, "No, just four." They look at me, perhaps wondering why I don't partake, or if I'm the fuzz. Brief silence. "He knows what he's doing ..." the guy says. And at that moment, through all the crazy shit, I realize that he RESPECTS me. It was a beautiful moment. They shrug, they dug right in.
And that song from Death Cab For Cutie was lilting in the background ... Dreamy. -Todd
Posted by calico at April 23, 2006 04:05 PM