I flew into Champaign IL on a small commuter plane earlier today. It had propellers. On big commercial liners, somehow it doesn’t register that—holy shit!—we’re leaving the earth and shooting through the sky. On these little jets, you hear all the rattles, notice the plane’s dips and wavers more acutely, and generally feel more connected to the experience. What a thrill. Got a taste of the romance of flight.
The Clean are one of my favorite bands in the world, and I can’t wait for thier new album. I just never can get over how a few simple chords can sound so perfect in the right hands. The backing vocals kinda remind me of Sleepy Jackson. Wow.
My friend Tom played this Charles Ives song for me on piano in his family’s living room when we were in high school. It’s always stayed with me. The intro feels almost too soothing, and then the clouds creep in around 30 seconds in.