It is time to move on.
No, not from Blogcritics…from my old house.
Yes, the entire Saleski family is in the process of packing up and moving out from the bland, soul-sucking suburbs to a new place out in the country. Actually, I should mention that the ‘new’ house is actually a 150-year-old federal. It sits right on Main St. tucked between and behind the Historical Society building and the Grange Hall. Cripes, I may have to buy a pair of overalls. And, yes, the rack of doom is coming with me.
So here’s the deal. While I sit here in my bathrobe typing this stuff in, I am listening to the song “The First Circle” by the Pat Metheny Group. It will be the last tune that will pass through my stereo before disassembly begins. It will also be the first song played after stereo reconstruction (you’re thinking, “What’s the big deal?”, but if you’re ever dealt with a low-power, tube-based system, you know that it’s not as simple as cdplayer->receiver->speakers).
“The First Circle” was the first song played after moving to my current place, so I see it as a continuation of my good musical karma.
Now, if you’re not familiar with guitarist Pat Metheny, this may not be the best place to start. This particular song is an odd one. I’m not sure I’d even call it ‘jazz’. It is in an odd time signature (22/8). What’s moving about it is the nine minutes-plus emotional rollercoaster constructed out of the handclaps, furiously strummed acoustic guitar, glockenspiel, piano and soaring, wordless vocals. In our case, it draws many parallels to what we’ve gone through in this crazy home sell/purchase process.
OK, I’ve gotta go finish packing now…
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