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Sunday Soul – Things We Lost Along The Road

Year 11 – Playlist 18/52 – For the week of August 17th 2014

The first road trip ever was undertaken in 1888 by Mrs. Bertha Benz. Tender Bertha the badass drove the 61 miles from Mannheim to Pforzheim in the Benz Patent-Motorwagen with her two teenage sons in the back without the permission of her husband (the vehicle’s inventor.) She averaged about 10 miles per hour the whole trip.

In 1909 Alice Taylor Huyler Ramsey, the daughter of John Edwin Huyler, a lumber dealer, and Ada Mumford Farr, drove from Hell’s Gate in Manhattan, to San Francisco, California, in a green Maxwell 30. She brought three ladyfriends – none of whom could operate a vehicle – and it only took them 59 days. This was the first all female road trip in North American history. Six years earlier H. Nelson Jackson and his male companion – Mr. Sewall K. Crocker – and their dog Bud also drove from New York, NY to San Francisco in a Winton Motor Car. Their trip took 63 days and cost $8,000 (including the price of the car.)

Another Alice Ramsey – totally unrelated to Mrs. Taylor Huyler Ramesy – was born and raised in Bisbee, Arizona. She worked as a cashier at the Sears in Bisbee and retired after 29 years of service to the company. She was survived by her husband Bishop Ramsey of 44 years, daughters Dorothy Martin & Earlene Mc Donald, 5 grandchildren & 4 great grandchildren when she slipped into darkness in February of 2004. Mrs. Ramsey never hit the open road. She lived and died in her beloved Bisbee.

Jack Kerouak, a French-Canadian from Lowell Massachusetts, wrote a book called ‘On The Road’ in 1951. It was mostly the story of how to make detatchment and restlessness a virtue, and it was written on rolls of butcher paper in his mother’s kitchen and bathroom. Seven years later when the book was finally published, Kerouak was a conscientious objector to the “Beat Generation” and refused to participate in any of it’s poetry readings, and he was especially mean and rather unpleasant toward Allen Ginsberg. That said, in the middle 1960’s when the hippie movement began to get traction in the public arena and everyone was growing their hair and dropping LSD, Kerouak started going on any televison program that would have him – usually pretty tight – and declare that he was hands down, without a doubt, the father of the movement. And then he would go on to describe the beat generation as literate, gentle and kind – even though Jack was a notorious thug, and a loudmouth. Kerouak died of an esophageal hemorrhage in his own bathroom as the direct result of career drinking, and cirrhosis of the liver.

Unsociable drinking was a part of a lot of deaths of major icons in the 60’s and 70’s. Hendrix, Joplin, and Morrison all choked on their own puke – Same with AC/DC’s Bon Scott. Heavy drinking also caused a lot of terrible car accidents which took the lives of that girl-man from Hannoi Rocks, and is no doubt what tumbled the bus which took the drummer for Def Leopard’s arm, Mick Jones of Foreigner’s hair, and would eventually roll the rest of the way down the hill and land on top of the original members of KISS. My dearest friend and favorite cousin once threw up in the drawer of my second bathroom. He left it there and went to bed. I myself have vomited all over the place. Once I even vomited into someone else’s mouth (not just a little, but the entire evening’s intake in one go.)

Yes, sloshing it up is a decidedly un-mellow connundrum, and a huge reason why originally ravers didn’t ever drink. Drinking and love-in’s just don’t mix at all. Gotta stay light on your feet if you wanna dance all night. No one listens anyway.

What have you left behind? As we tear out of town with what little we can grab and head for that dream job in wherever it is, or out into the woods to howl at the hills a little longer before we check in to rehab and then have to go around saying “sorry” to everyone we groped in the night, or stole from, do we stop to consider what we are really bringing with us? Forget the drum machine, it seems the precious cargo isn’t material, but metaphysical. We are bringing ourselves. Mother fucker! If the hard way isn’t the only way to really learn that we never leave anything behind. From small town to small town we head for the bright lights of anywhere, hoping to hulu that it will be better.

Sometimes the best anything ever gets is just different. I’ve scoured the world, and back alleys of everywhere and I’m still standing there whispering the same sweet lovesick song I’ve been singing since I grabbed a hair brush and pretended it was a microphone. But one thing’s for sure, the open road feels wonderful, and the journey of all this is the entire point. So hit the road jack, and when you get back let’s talk and talk and talk about everything you lost along the way.

Thank you for listening. See you next week.

Here is the track listing for Sunday Soul: Things We Lost Along The Road

1. Brussels Airport – Ambient Audio Recording
2. All I See Is You – Lunivers
3. Grief – Falty DL
4. Regina’s Dance – Richard Schneider Jr.
5. Hold On Baby, We’ll Make It – Michoacan
6. Stars – Thatmanmonkz
7. It’s For You – Rub N’ Tug Panarava Mix – Out Hud
8. I Can See For Miles – Tina Turner
9. Same Mistakes – Soul Minority Remix – Sunshine Jones
10. Thelma – Nhar
11. Black Jub – Mock & Toof
12. Follow To Eastside – Richkus
13. Blue Road – Sunshine Jones Remix – Mastercris
14. Hoyle Road – Pedestrian
15. Make Em Shake It – Isolee Remix – Wahoo
16. It’s You – Ron Basejam Remix – The White Lamp
17. High = Richard Schneider Jr.
18. Sunday Soul – Program ID
19. Baba O’Riley – The Who
20. Sunday Soul – Program ID

Year 11 – Playlist 18|52
17 August 2014
Total Running Time: 01 Hour 53 Minutes

Buy this music if you love it. Buy it on vinyl. Play it loud. I am curating something personal for the people I love who take the time to listen. If you have feelings and would like to be stricken from the record here, please let me know and I’d be glad to never play your music here again. I’ve been mad about love before, and I totally understand.

May the stars above you shimmer and shine, guiding your heart always, all of the time. May they guide you sweetly, all the way home. And may all your sundays have soul.