I only have the one workout today (yay!) but it’s still no walk in the park. Yeah, ;like I ever get those anymore. My workout calls for 30 x 30 second sprints and another 15 minutes at my half marathon pace immediately afterwards.
Doesn’t sound too hard, right?
Any, yes, I know that today is “May the Fourth Be With You’, but I’m not terribly nerdy and I don’t think that a spacey John Williams score is gonna cut it out there on the road today.
I borrowed this from the library for just such an occasion and prior to last week, I didn’t even know it existed.
Way to go Crystal Beach library!
This was the bands 5th album, released in 2008, and sees the band transitioning away from their “homemade” ethos to record-making; not only was it the first time that the band completed an album in a professional studio, but it was also the first time they hired an outside producer to work on a record (Danger Mouse).
The album debuted at #14 on the Billboard 200, was ranked #83 on Rolling Stone‘s list of the Greatest Albums of the 2000′ and the sole single ‘I Got Mine‘ was #3 on Rolling Stone‘s list of the 100 Best Songs of 2008. In 2012, the album was certified gold in Canada.
What intrigued me about this album is that it features avant guitarist Marc Ribot who offers a kind of restless, textural roots-aware rock reminiscent of the Black Keys rebellious spirit, if not quite the sound, of Elvis Costello and Tom Waits, two mavericks Ribot has played with in years past.
Oh, and here’s an interesting note: the album was originally intended as a collaboration with Ike Turner, who died before it could happen.
All in all, it’s “garagy”, it’s bluesy-rocky, it’s batshit-fucking-bonkers. It’s also definitely adequate for 30 x 30 second blasts down Thunder Bay and Sawmill Roads on an otherwise overcast, gloomy, and drizzly cold day where I’d just simply rather be on the couch eating Ring-Ding’s. Definitely some mental hardness conditioning happening today.
Also adding to today’s challenges were the swarms of little bugs along the entire route. I must have swallowed my body weight in gnats, sand fleas and the like; never mind the billion or so that are currently stuck to my sweaty cheeks and forehead.