RIP Stettler Motel
Looks like the ol' motel caught fire in earnest this week (actually the morning after a couple of us left) and it is now permanently out of commission.
http://www.rimbeyreview.com/news/401916415.html
I guess that the motel has been quite a fixture in my life over the last ten years or so. I don't know exactly what the future will hold for the rail society now that the worst motel in town is gone. In its day, though, the motel has served as the switching lead on the Ballantine's Turn, the backdrop of many bumbling antics and crises, and muse for the occasional song or poem amid the flying liquor bottles, late night arguments, police busts, break-ins and busted furniture. What a place. Stettler Motel, we perhaps knew ye too well.
All these years, maybe this song has said it the best.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0J3ossUzhU
Desperados Under the Eaves -- Warren Zevon
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmm...
Look away
Look away down Gower Avenue, look away
http://www.rimbeyreview.com/news/401916415.html
I guess that the motel has been quite a fixture in my life over the last ten years or so. I don't know exactly what the future will hold for the rail society now that the worst motel in town is gone. In its day, though, the motel has served as the switching lead on the Ballantine's Turn, the backdrop of many bumbling antics and crises, and muse for the occasional song or poem amid the flying liquor bottles, late night arguments, police busts, break-ins and busted furniture. What a place. Stettler Motel, we perhaps knew ye too well.
All these years, maybe this song has said it the best.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0J3ossUzhU
Desperados Under the Eaves -- Warren Zevon
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standing until I pay my bill
Don't the sun look angry through the trees
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves
Don't you feel like Desperados under the eaves
Heaven help the one who leaves
Still waking up in the mornings with shaking hands
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mmm...
Look away
Look away down Gower Avenue, look away