Where The Rubber Meets the Road

Space Opera - Holy River

I want to drive.

But not just into the night.

Into outer space. Like in the title sequence of the 1981 film Heavy Metal, when the astronaut returns to earth in a convertible Corvette.

A Radar Rider, parsing atmospheres, bending time, shifting voids.

This week rounds out with a band people assumed was Canadian, by the fact this album was released on the Canadian subsidiary of Columbia Records, but was actually from Ft. Worth, Texas. Feels like a cross between Big Star and Relatively Clean Rivers. Not much else I want to say about it, other than this is a splendorous song, and that you won’t be prepared for where it goes, and for the flits of joy those turns may give you. It may be that you need to listen to it like, thirty times like I have. This has become a blanket for me over the past few weeks; not warm and cozy, but a bit like the bed sheets on a winter night, when you first get and they’re still not warmed up by your body and you close your eyes not knowing the strange places your dreams will take you.