Fartlek Run (6.5k)

I’m still focusing on getting some short runs accomplished each week in an effort to do – I don’t know – somethingAnything.  I may as well throw in some drills as well because, hey, why not?  I’m keeping with my Glam Rock theme last week with this evening’s 6.5k interval run and listening to the ‘Zinc Alloy and the Hidden Riders of Tomorrow‘  by T. Rex.

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By late 1973, Bolan’s star was waning fast. No longer gunning out those effortless classics which established him as the most important figure of the decade so far, he embarked instead on a voyage of musical discovery, which cast him so far adrift from the commercial pop mainstream that when his critics said he’d blown it, he didn’t even bother answering them back. Or that’s the way it appeared at the time, and today, too, it must be acknowledged that 1974’s ‘Zinc Alloy & the Hidden Riders of Tomorrow‘  is not classic Bolan, even if one overlooks the transparency of its title.  After all, hadn’t Bowie already done the “Fictional Someone & the Somethings from Somewhere routine”? Indeed he had, as his fans kept remarking at the time, and when the knives began slashing this album to shreds, that was one of the fiercest wounds.

Time, however, has healed almost all of them.

Indeed, hindsight proves that, far from losing his muse, Bolan’s biggest sin was losing his once-impeccable sense of occasion. The world wasn’t ready for this latest T. Rex, and the fact that it wasn’t interested in the old T. Rex either is just another object lesson in the fabled fickleness of pop fans.  How faulty was Bolan’s timing, though?  As it transpired, he was out by no more than a year, maybe less than six months.  The era of disco was coming, and with it the wholesale transformation of a wealth of rocking talents. But while David Bowie was barely dreaming of young Americans’ fame, and Bryan Ferry was still road testing the pharmaceutical properties of l’amour, Bolan was up to his neck in American radio, pulling out an album which exceeded his assumed capabilities no less than it shot right over the heads of the kids who once bought all his hits.

The Groover‘, the spring 1973 single which many regarded as the first sign of Bolan’s fall from grace, marked the birth of this new fascination, a simple but solid slab of funk-inflected rock which did, indeed, groove.  The yearning, heavily orchestrated hit ‘Teenage Dream‘  hit notwithstanding, the heart of ‘Zinc Alloy‘, then, simply followed in ‘The Groover’‘s footsteps, an abandoned romp through the R&B influences which Bolan had always acknowledged, but never truly explored — the solid James Brown drive of ‘The Avengers (Superbad)‘ Which features the amazing lyric:  “King Kong build a car inside his brain”), ‘Interstellar Soul‘, ‘Liquid Gang‘, and the implausibly slight, but impressively groove-ridden ‘You’ve Got to Jive to Stay Alive‘.

Zinc Alloy‘  was released in March, 1974.  Bowie began rehearsing his Philly Dogs tour in July. Yet, even with such credentials to uphold it, this isn’t quite Bolan’s soul album. Those demons would be exorcised on a second record cut with singer Sister Pat Hall and elsewhere in his collaborations with girlfriend Gloria Jones.  Besides, the production here was just a little too cautious to truly convince the wary listener. Neither can it be neatly categorized in the same fashion as, say, Bowie’s ‘Young Americans‘ – Bolan looked across the spectrum for his influences, but he never once went to Philadelphia.  Rather, it straddles that same pop/rock, funky R&B landscape as early Funkadelic, Sly Stone and Co., neither fish nor fowl, dead fish nor foul, but something somewhere in between.

Approach it with caution. But get in there regardless.

Anyway, this evenings run was originally intended to be a nice and easy run with some drills thrown in for good measure.  But upon setting out, I realized that ‘ol Thunder n’ Lightning felt, well, awesome…so my easy drill run turned into more of a fartlek run of 5 x 1 minute intervals @ pace followed by 200m of walking recovery.

Not bad for only my third outing after a month of inactivity.

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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