1. If you read this blog much at all, you know that I find irrational and incomprehensible pleasure in removing cardboard boxes, newspapers, and aluminum cans out of our garage and taking them up the road to the transfer station's recycling area.
I did that today.
With a dopey grin and a spring in my step, I made our garage a bit tidier.
PEP.
Private Eccentric Pleasures.
2. I was looking up something, I don't remember what, on YouTube this evening and the words "Led Zeppelin Flash Mob" caught my eye and, being the sentimental sap that I am, I remembered that years ago I used to watch this video of a mob, men and women of all ages , slowly gathering in, I think, a German town, and performing an incredibly beautiful rendition of "Stairway to Heaven".
If you'd like, see if it moves you. I tear up every time listen to it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPHvwzyGwHA&list=RDQPHvwzyGwHA&start_radio=1
3. Well, I was now a YouTube goner for a couple of hours.
I watched Dire Straits play a stunning live version of "Sultans of Swing".
I watched a band -- maybe a community band -- gather as a flash mob and play a fun and glorious instrumental version of "Bohemian Rhapsody".
I suddenly discovered that Oysterband made a video of their rocking Celtic polka song "New York Girls" and watched it at least three times.
"New York Girls" is the opening song on Oysterband's riveting album, Ride, so I did what any reasonable person would do at 10:30, with Gibbs on my lap.
I played cuts from the album, remembering what a comfort Oysterband and June Tabor were to me as I listened to their album Freedom and Rain in the hospital as I recovered from my bout with bacterial meningitis in November of 1999.
Tonight, though, the Oysterband topper for me was their song "Granite Years" from their album Deserters. Its refrain continued to play over and over in my head as I finally pulled myself together, joined Copper, and went to bed for the night:
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