New Moon Roads
One of you (they know who they are) recently mentioned, in passing, a lyric from Dreamline, a Rush song.
That song, in particular, is one that's got a lot of emotional resonance for me, especially at this moment in time.
I find myself in constant doubt about my life, and the directions I take it in (or that it ends up taking on its own). Seeing the trajectory of my life laid out, like you can only do when you turn around, look at where you are and where you've been, can be a humbling thought.
Dreamline was the impetus for this sudden reflection for a number of reasons. Primarily because of its age. The Rush CD on which the song was published, Roll the Bones, was published 18 years ago in 1991, when I was 18. I got the CD when I was starting my studies at Carleton U (file that under "things that didn't work well", which is a hefty file).
So it's sort of a halfway marker to where I am, and something from when I was (theoretically) supposed to be establishing myself as an adult. That hasn't worked out so well.
Dreamline is an interesting song to launch this sort of reflection. It's a song about the road hungry wanderlust that seizes many of us. I never got to give into those urges, other than a poorly planned internship in the south (file that under "things that...). Maybe I should just quit it all and go backpacking through India, eh?
The song is a plaintive expression of the desire to hit the road, maybe to be free, maybe to find yourself. It is interesting to place it in the history of Rush. I believe that lyricist Neal Peart was at this time just starting to get his road wheels under him, but was still fulfilling the role of husabnd and father.
So, yeah, thinking of that particular song (and ignoring the whole "how Libertarian is it?" thingy) was a bit of a sudden kick. Another chance to reflect on life's failures and all that.
That song, in particular, is one that's got a lot of emotional resonance for me, especially at this moment in time.
I find myself in constant doubt about my life, and the directions I take it in (or that it ends up taking on its own). Seeing the trajectory of my life laid out, like you can only do when you turn around, look at where you are and where you've been, can be a humbling thought.
Dreamline was the impetus for this sudden reflection for a number of reasons. Primarily because of its age. The Rush CD on which the song was published, Roll the Bones, was published 18 years ago in 1991, when I was 18. I got the CD when I was starting my studies at Carleton U (file that under "things that didn't work well", which is a hefty file).
So it's sort of a halfway marker to where I am, and something from when I was (theoretically) supposed to be establishing myself as an adult. That hasn't worked out so well.
Dreamline is an interesting song to launch this sort of reflection. It's a song about the road hungry wanderlust that seizes many of us. I never got to give into those urges, other than a poorly planned internship in the south (file that under "things that...). Maybe I should just quit it all and go backpacking through India, eh?
The song is a plaintive expression of the desire to hit the road, maybe to be free, maybe to find yourself. It is interesting to place it in the history of Rush. I believe that lyricist Neal Peart was at this time just starting to get his road wheels under him, but was still fulfilling the role of husabnd and father.
So, yeah, thinking of that particular song (and ignoring the whole "how Libertarian is it?" thingy) was a bit of a sudden kick. Another chance to reflect on life's failures and all that.