Friday 28 August 2009

Gary Rith just bought a leather jacket........

In a garage sale... And... well, it was one of those things, you know, when something calls out to you... He had to buy it. Y'know, the rational self says, you don't really need it, but, somewhere, a voice says you really do need it.
I do that too, go round the block again, count the money in my pocket fifteen times, clammy palmed... I half hope someone else will take advantage of my procrastination, and save me from my profligate urge, but, over the years, I've bought some great stuff. Yes, I have too much stuff, pack-rat, hoarder, I just hate parting with things... I've got stashes of stuff at my mother's house, at work, oh yes, I have a little store-room at work full of, erm. old pots, tools, lots of tools and toolboxes, a V8 engine, a box of several hundred year old books and papers, stuff.

Leather jackets. They have attached meaning, think James Dean, think Easy Rider, they suggest rebellion, adventure.......

Born To Run, Lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected
and steppin' out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
I wanna get out while I'm still young
'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Well Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
and strap your hands across my engine
Together we could break this trap
We'll run till we drop, and, baby we'll never go back
Walk with me out on the wire
'Causegirl I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I wanna know if love is wild
girl I wanna to know if love is real

Beyond the Palace hemi-power-drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so rough
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
Well I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss

Well the highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
but there's no place left to hide
And together Wendy we'll live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday baby I don't know when
we're gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go
and we'll walk in the sun
Till then, tramps like us,
Baby we were born to run