It’s been a decent training week so far. 9k accomplished in the pool (so far) and 36k done on the road (including both a speed and tempo workout). Plus, there’s been some spinning, some lifting and even some fun time. And the best part? I don’t even really feel all that beat up. How awesome is that? It’s so awesome as a matter of fact that I’m slipping in an extra bonus run today for the sole purpose of having fun outside with a Good Friday afternoon jaunt around the ‘hood and enjoying some tunes. No pace, no intended distance, no time limit, and most importantly…no drills. Nope, all hopping, leaping and skipping were hereby canceled on account of too many mummies with carriages and puppies on the Friendship Trail. No sir, just a soothing easy 8k run.
Furthermore, I’m bummed I couldn’t think of any special “Easter” themed* album off the top of my head except, maybe, ‘Jesus Christ Superstar‘ or, this here weird shit but, hey, I have some standards I still wish to hold dear and ‘No Shit Music’ is still my personal mantra. I still wanted something fun and funky (more fun and funky than, say, being trialed, tortured and crucified such as the tradition suggests) to run to as well, something like the amazing ‘Dusty in Memphis‘ album by Dusty Springfield.
Let’s face it, most of us had no idea who Dusty Springfield was until the release of the ‘Pulp Fiction‘ soundtrack where Tarantino popularized her ‘Son of a Preacher Man‘ tune for an entirely new and hip audience. I was no different. Not simply happy enough to buy the soundtrack, I ran out and bought me a vinyl copy, like, a week later, and this is the version I’ve specially ripped to digital just to enjoy this afternoon. Likewise, although it did not garner significant commercial success upon its original release, and remained out of print for many years, ‘Dusty in Memphis’ is now frequently included in lists of the greatest albums of all time. My own personal Bible (Mojo, August 1995) ranks it as #92 on their list of the 100 Greatest Albums of All Time. The original concept at the time was simple: ship Dusty down to south with Jerry Wexler (record industry mogul) and record an album just like they’d done with Aretha Franklin. Simple right?
Well, it was…despite the tension that Dusty tended to bring to the project. She couldn’t agree on material and tempers soon flared in the studio (along with an ashtray it is said) in regards to her reluctance to add vocals which were later added in New York. So, yeah, the album title maybe should have been ‘Almost Dusty In Memphis‘. Whatever, this hardly tarnishes the albums total fun and funky brilliance. Besides, ‘Preacher Man‘, there’s other instant hummable classics like ‘Don’t Forget About Me‘, ‘Have a Good Life Baby‘, ‘That Old Sweet Roll (Hi-Dee-Ho)‘ and an amazing ‘You’ve Got a Friend‘. It’s all really damn good honestly.
Interesting run fact: At exactly the 6.66k mark of this afternoon’s run, I was at the crossroads of Point Pleasant and the Friendship Trail, listening to ‘The Windmills In Your Mind‘. This is of no further purpose or consequence to you beyond knowing that no smoking demon appeared and challenge me to a guitar duel. Merry Easter to all.
* I did originally play with the idea of creating a rabbit-based holiday playlist that included tracks like ‘White Rabbit‘ (Jefferson Airplane), ‘Are You the Rabbit‘ (Marilyn Mansion), ‘Son of a Gun‘ (The La’s), the ‘Harvey‘ soundtrack, ‘Myxomatosis‘ (Radiohead), etc., but all those rabbit and running references started to make my heart race just putting it together so I gave it up.