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Let Me Go - Haim (Daytrotter Session 2012)

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“The American Standard translation orders men to triumph over sin, and you can call sin ignorance. The King James translation makes a promise in ‘Thou shalt,’ meaning that men will surely triumph over sin. But the Hebrew word, the word timshel — ‘Thou mayest’ — that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’ — it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.’ …

“Now, there are millions in their sects and churches who feel the order, ‘Do thou,’ and throw their weight into obedience. And there are millions more who feel predestination in ‘Thou shalt.’ Nothing they may do can interfere with what will be. But ‘Thou mayest’! Why, that makes a man great, that gives him stature with the gods, for in his weakness and his filth and his murder of his brother he has still the great choice. He can choose his course and fight it through and win.”

From John Steinbeck’s East of Eden, one of a few books I never tire of reading

He asked me if I like to ride bikes. I don’t like bikes. I like the way a bike ride on a long flat farmland road feels free when time is lost to the wind and there’s nowhere to go but fast. We were in a canoe on a river under the midday sun. I watched a bead of sweat fall from underneath my knee, down my calf and around the curve of my ankle. There was a tiny minnow lying, dying next to my foot. I looked up at his face. He blinked. I hadn’t answered a question that I shouldn’t have needed to think about. He blinked again. I told him that I owned a bike. I smiled with my lips closed. He nodded and began the story he’d been waiting to tell. I looked down at the dead minnow and as I listened to his voice I wondered how I could’ve been so careless to have let him slip through my fingers.

Act 2.

Act 2.

End scene. Summer exits stage left.

End scene. Summer exits stage left.

“ …life goes on. Hopes rise and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.
Hunter S Thompson in a letter to his friend Gerald “Ching” Tyrrell

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Marvin Gaye, “Without You” [single, 1967]

I’m not going to jot down like a list of unfinished chores all the Marvin Gaye albums I’ve purchased in the last few years, the compilations offering me a rare single or two, the re-releases baiting me with bonus tracks. I don’t know why “The Master” box set hasn’t been recommended to me before. This is primary among the tracks that matter most to me. The sense of urgency that drives the song is something rare and quite beautiful.

Oxford, Maryland

The final days of summer.

Oxford, Maryland

The final days of summer.

Puppies

Puppies

Before he was a man

Before he was a man

In memory of the best days that felt easy and endless

In memory of the best days that felt easy and endless

Sambone Shorty living easy

Sambone Shorty living easy