Since I rolled in from last night’s trip to Toronto at around 2:30pm (stupid late night construction) I’m currently functioning on about 6 hours of sleep and so I feel like a total bag of dicks. I’m still going forward with my scheduled lunchtime speed run (10.5k) though come hell or high water since it’s ‘National Running Day‘ n all and that time would be hard to live down if chose to sit on the couch basting in my own farts instead. So I’m kind of committed at this point. To keep me charged then and surging as best as possible down Thunder Bay Rd. with my planned 1 x 400m, 600m, 800m @ 5k pace intervals, as well as the 4 x 1000m intervals afterwards, I’m continuing on with another epic Ride album after last night’s epic concert, this time ‘Smile‘ from 1990.
‘Smile‘, essentially, wasn’t even an album but a compilation of Ride’s first two EP’s, ‘Ride’ and ‘Play’, both of which were originally released in the first half of the year. The album was first released by Sire Records, in July, 1990, for the North American market, in lieu of the two original British EP’s. Two years later, on November 23rd, 1992, it was officially released in the UK as well.
The album is basically a batch of eight muddy, shambling wrecks that run dangerously close to obscuring great pop songs. In fact, much of ‘Smile‘ makes My Bloody Valentine‘s blurry ‘Isn’t Anything‘ sound as polished as, say, a Steely Dan record. It’s the sound of four art students losing themselves in their record collections, wanting to sound naïve and fresh but well-studied. Mark Gardener sounds like he couldn’t sing to save his life on ‘Chelsea Girl‘, but it’s no matter. The relentless rush of Loz Colbert’s drums and distorted guitars of Gardener and Andy Bell carry the song, topped off by a nifty wah-wah climax. ‘Close My Eyes‘ is a favorite of mine as well and, maybe, my first love when it came to really identifying with the band. The mid-tempo, chugging ‘Drive Blind‘ (which, it should be mentioned, was the highlight at last night’s concert) could be taken literally, it could double as a metaphor for this particular workout – closing my eyes and not caring if a brick wall or cliff is up a mile ahead; such is how I feel today.
All things said and done the run actually rocked. Everything seemed to be turning over well and my heart didn’t feel as if it was going to explode so, yeah, this is actually the first interval workout where I didn’t feel like grim death but instead confident that the run program is beginning to show results again…hopefully…fingers crossed anyway. Funny considering how I felt this morning. Anyway, now it’s onto lunch and a quick bike ride before HRH arrives home from school.