Rootsy

I’ve got After The Gold Rush by Neil Young on the stereo tonight, and it’s got me feeling all rootsy. What do I mean by rootsy? It’s an earthiness, a feeling of simplicity. I’m not a big Neil Young fan, but it’s hitting the spot tonight.

I guess it’s a question of moods. This afternoon we were driving around town—it was sunny and 72 degrees. A great day. We were listening to Felix da Housecat in the car. That was great. But tonight something got a hold of me, and I’m just thinking about lifestyles and simplicity. Actually it was a book I was reading tonight that my friend Faust sent me. It’s just the thought that our modern lifestyles are sometimes too unnecessarily complex.

Last night, I went to a couple of parties, and the thought that I was left with is the need for harmonious relations. We are by nature social creatures, and our health depends on that. I think for me, as a bachelor, that sometimes I get caught up in the material world. I don’t have little mouths to feed, so I think that I can buy that expensive espresso machine, and I do. I like that scene early on in the movie About A Boy where Hugh Grant’s character is explaining the life of the modern bachelor—he juxtaposes a quote that no man is an island by saying that in our world now, every man is an island—it’s an island age, he says.

Okay, Neil Young is done. Time to put something else on. Any suggestions?