Today’s is officially the last day of my “Iron Build”. Yesterday’s 180k “Ironman Simulation Ride” and subsequent brick run was accomplished successfully and tomorrow begins my taper; sweet, sweet taper. However, there is still one last challenge to overcome today: my last long run. Today’s this final long run is set to the ‘Live From Mars‘ album by Ben Harper.
Harper is known to be a bot of a road dog. He and his band, the Innocent Criminals, travel around the world playing nearly 200 shows a year; therefore, it was only a matter of time before this guitar virtuoso made a live album.
‘Live From Mars‘, an enigmatic two-disc set of 25 songs, celebrates the rise of Harper, his incredible live presence between 1998 and 2000, and the appreciation between him and his audience. His fragile acoustics have been thrown into a massive guitar storm on disc one, a thunderous combination of his signature folky blues-funk rock & roll.
He’s soulful and approachable on ‘Excuse Me Mr.‘ and ‘Burn One Down‘, but he reaches for something tangible on Marvin Gaye‘s ‘Sexual Healing‘. The vibe is calm and cool while Harper’s vocals scale between a sweet falsetto and a rugged twang. ‘Faded‘ exudes Harper’s electric twitching, and its perfection swaggers into a riveting cover of Led Zeppelin‘s ‘Whole Lotta Love‘ for a near ten-minute car crash of pure rollicking. He switches from his electric to an acoustic for disc two, making his informality even more enticing. ‘Waiting on an Angel‘ is delicate, similar to the likes of Jeff Buckley, but it’s the beauty of the Verve‘s ‘The Drugs Don’t Work‘ that truly captures the standard of excellence that Harper depicts as a performer.
Acoustically, he’s honored and such praise is deserved. He’s practically flawless. He’s a modest artist, and such humility is found among his songs. He’s achieved respectability with his fans that only so many artists are able to attain. ‘Live From Mars‘ is a proper release and certainly an inviting look into Harper and the showmanship he projects while spending time on the road.
the run itself went well. Well, about as well as running a half marathon on nearly dead legs can go anyway. Truthfully, only the first 30 minutes until ‘ol Thunder n’ Lightning woke up and, maybe, the last 3k when they started to go back to sleep again. Everything in between went…good. So with this final 21.13k in the bag, it time to begin the taper.
Sweet, sweet taper.