Muse and Music

Looking at the map, its pretty clear to me that I'm going to drive West along Interstate-40, and see how far the road takes me. To be fair, looking at the map I reckon I'll just go down to the lake, but listening to music while looking at the map, I've got a stronger urge to head for the hills.

I had to put music on because I found myself humming 'maybe its because I'm a Londoner', which although is better that the Oscar Myer Wiener song - and I do miss Blighty - I don't miss London, in fact NC is about the furthest from London I've ever felt.

But the music I'm listening to is stirring the urge to drive further afield and put a place to a name. There is some musical compulsion, rattling my blue bones to breathe in the air from a century of rhythm and blues roots, to go on a musical pilgrimage across state - after all, Brushy Mountain is halfway to Memphis, and from Memphis I could pass the TN/AL border to a Sweet Home Alabama.

I will head West into the golden sunset from this land, but I'll restrain myself too. For now I'll be content heading out past Asheville to Haywood County and perhaps there I'll see my Cadillac with Tennessee plates.