Marriages in an Improvised Key
Yesterday, around noon, it was sunny and cool, but warm enough to enjoy driving with the window down. As I headed back from a bank on Chapman Highway, crossing the river back to downtown, listening to Neko Case's Blacklisted, I sense the pitch of pre-winter and the music are perfect, that match in climate and tone that only happens now and then. Case is in the middle of her song "Tightly" and says,
If I meet you in the night
You're free to covet all you like
Don't you try and stop me
I cling tightly...to this life
and on my right a dusty car with two real-life Lee Majors sorts in it pulls a little ahead of me. I see, as they pass, they are laughing and talking, taking in the light on the river. As they pull a bit further along, I see their rear window is carefully lettered in soap: "Just divorced again". And I look for the beer-can trail to no avail.
Whether it's clinging or flying, or one to the other, today, there's a license for anything.
If I meet you in the night
You're free to covet all you like
Don't you try and stop me
I cling tightly...to this life
and on my right a dusty car with two real-life Lee Majors sorts in it pulls a little ahead of me. I see, as they pass, they are laughing and talking, taking in the light on the river. As they pull a bit further along, I see their rear window is carefully lettered in soap: "Just divorced again". And I look for the beer-can trail to no avail.
Whether it's clinging or flying, or one to the other, today, there's a license for anything.