Today the Sun moved into Scorpio and for Northern Hemisphere folks that means autumn has progressed into its mysterious border-world phase where it begins to tenasciously unwind the chemistry within the trees and sets everything free.
A quarter of the foliage on the island is suddenly seeming larger and more emphatic. It’s like the trees are showing off every bit of color they’d stored up throughout the spring and summer for this one big blast before everything ends up on the ground in decay. Death is like that I think. A bursting.
On the way to coffee this morning I grabbed some random CDs from a box I’d prepped to take to the reseller in Seattle (I’ve been on a crusade lately, ripping everything in my collection so as to free myself from managing thousands of jewel boxes — or leaving that mess for some poor soul to contend with once I’ve shed my coil.)
Elton John‘s Don’t Shoot Me (I’m Only the Piano Player) was in the pile that ended up on the seat next to me in the car. I hadn’t thought much of the album over the years, meaning I’d forgotten what was on it. Oh, right: The hit Daniel and the annoying Crocodile Rock, hmmm.
So I was pushing through those songs on my drive into town and ended up on the gem Blues For Baby and Me. A song I played obsessively during high school. I loved the theme: Ignoring a tyrannical father and getting the fuck out of Dodge — which I did shortly after I finished my junior year. I didn’t know where I was going, but knew for certain it was “all over now” and I was going to go West (young man!) to the sea. And that’s all that really mattered: That I knew that much.
Here’s a snippet of the the video I filmed on the drive home today, complete with Elton’s accompaniment.
Enjoy the fall.