Since I discover a new band (new to me, of course) about every five years, I thought I should share my latest revelation. Tennis. The band is comprised of a couple who ditched life in their land-locked state, sold everything, bought a boat, sailed up and down the eastern seaboard, and wrote some sweet and perfect songs, of which this may be my favorite.
And now I'm completely obsessed with the idea of a couple on living on a sailboat. It may be a cliche, but checking out of life on land is the ultimate geographic cure. When he wants to quit MI6, James Bond does it with that hot girl from The Dreamers. In a classic uptight-tight-girl-lets-her-hair-down make over, Kathleen Turner and Michael Douglas do it at the end of Romancing the Stone. The elves, when they are all done with their life among the humans, sail to the West. It seems like a great idea. In it there is escapism, decadence, romance, adventure. But what happens once land is out of sight, once the clouds begin to gather and the foul weather gear has to come out (I'm talking the yellow rubber waders with suspenders)? What happens when you aren't Jack and Jackie circumnavigating Chappaquiddick? What happens when you are on day 639 eating sprouts grown in a can and drinking wine out of a box because the bottles were too hard to strap down? I guess that is the other side of this image. The salty dog alone on his boat, left by his lady. Now a drop out he finds comfort in bars close to marinas singing "...my life my love and my lady is the sea." None of it matters when you listen to this song. This song is good weather and safe harbor, even if that's not what the lyrics say.
I love the way you write. You know the feeling you get thinking about taking off in a boat, the glories of it, and all those things you love in nature, I get those same feelings from reading your work. The plus of this is I don't have to actually set foot in a boat.
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