that time. My domain registry and blog renewal are coming up. As of November 24th,
this blog will expire.
One song at a time has been working well for me. On a personal note, I am now 1 year and 9 months clean and sober (as of yesterday). When this kind of sobriety mileage is achieved, it gets to be old hat. You start taking it for granted. It’s one thing to be sober for a few months. It’s one thing to be sober on and off. That’s little league sobriety. Big league sobriety is over a year. It’s being able to say years, plural. It’s doing the work continually, one day at a time. It’s not giving in or giving up or letting the “oh screw its” trip you up. It’s staring the roots of addiction in the face and doing the necessary work to figure out where they stemmed from and dismantling them, root by root.
of how far I’ve come. I’m proud of where I will be in another year. Because I
know there is no going back. Those dark, nightmarish years are in my past now. When
one can say it’s been more than a year, there is peace in that.
no matter what else may be going on, I feel some of that peace.
Today’s SOTD is a double feature because I’m highlighting someone whose work I can’t narrow down to one song. One album, maybe. The album, in this case would be Horses, circa 1975.
I had this album cover framed and hanging on my bedroom wall back in the ‘80s. Recognize this famous photo by Robert Mapplethorpe?
First up is the title track, Horses, a song I couldn’t stop replaying back in the day because of its adlibbed prose. The other track is a more familiar one and my young self thought it so jaw-dropping and so hot because here was a woman singing about having sex with … *gasp*… anotherwoman! Without further ado, here’s Patti Smith with Horses, followed by Gloria.
Anyone who knows anything about the Black Keys knows there’s no such thing as a bad Black Keys song. But there are some that are played more than others. This one is fresh to my ears and rich in badass guitar and bass, enough to make your Sunday less puritanical.