Headed North for Thanksgiving – to New York state to celebrate with Kristen’s sister’s family. It’s great, patches of silver sunlight fight to push through the pall, but generally the light that hits the ground is exhausted and watery.
As always, there’s an awful feeling of incompleteness leaving the house without guitars and sound systems. This feeling like I MUST be forgetting something. This feeling like I need a comfort PA simply to get through the next couple of days.
I-95 just free up. Surely temporary, but the crush of the past half hour was claustrophobic. The spectacular crushed rear end of an SUV serves to remind travelers that they really DO need to stay attentive, even on the holidays. We’re listening to Patty Griffin’s new album and it’s a welcome respite from the mechanical precision I’ve heard too much of recently. Clean, but organic. Some cool sounds, interesting trumpet and distortion choices. Her voice, as always, strident and powerful and commanding and emotive. She doesn’t match this highway, but maybe she’s crooning to careening minivans that seem to insist on smashing into one another. The GPS just reported another accident ahead. Our eyes are scanning the horizon and the brakelights… and the slowdown begins.
My kingdom for highways filled with self-driving cars. (yay! Merging from 5 lanes to one! Huzzah!)
