When was the last time you listened to an opera, or rather, listened to an opera while running? Well, that’s exactly what I did today on my planned 13k long run (12k @ pace).
Now, I’m not talking about any of that ‘Don Giovanni’ shit neither, oh no!
Instead – piggybacking off yesterday’s weights workout – I’m talking about the ‘Southern Rock Opera’ by none other than the Drive-By Truckers.
Yessiree Bob, synch up your apple sacks folks or, at least tuck them into your favorite stretchy tights, for its ‘Man Day, Part 2’!
Almost six years in the making, this album is the third studio (fourth total) release from the manliest band known to, well, mankind.
Released as a double album in two parts (Act I and II), that means twice the awesome to span my 60+ minute run this afternoon.
It covers an ambitious range of subject matter from the politics of race to 70’s stadium rock and just about everything in between just as long as it falls below the Mason Dixon Line and imagines, or filters, those topics through the context of legendary Southern band, Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Largely written and conceived by lead trucker Patterson Hood (son of famed Muscle Shoals bassist David Hood), who sings the majority of the songs in a torn, ragged, but emotionally charged twangy voice somewhere between Tom Petty and Rod Stewart, these 20 literate tracks (loosely based around the rise and fall of fictitious Southern rock band Betamax Guillotine) encapsulate a remarkably objective look at what he calls “the duality of the South.”
I call it fucking amazing; especially the tracks ‘Ronnie & Neil‘, ‘Zip City’, and ‘Let There Be Rock’ which have been staple anthems on many of my long runs and ‘tough guy’ gym playlists for quite some time now.
Successes: Strava PR’s on 10k (52:15), 2nd best effort over 5k (25:32)
Day Two at the new job and, still, no bugs.
Not. fucking. One.
I’m beginning to thing that this whole “bug” thing is a complete farce and someone is playing a huge joke on me just having me go around from hotel to restaurant to nursing homes, etc., simply to look at mouse shit.
Keep in mind, I haven’t seen a mouse yet either.
Anyway, I’m home a bit late and the turkey burgers are prepped and cooling and listening to HRH‘s choice for Day 30 of her “31 Day Record Challenge“, ‘One of Terry’s favorite records…‘
I didn’t even have to think twice.
And, yes, we’re listening to it LOUD! since mommy’s not home yet.