6.21.2006

Son Volt

Free, my favorite word. Free Son Volt, money.













Kyle, Sofia and Ernest are so cheap. They kept complaining, "This better be good", "I hope this was worth the walk from the subway." I reminded them it was free, chill.













Cristy finally showed up and wondered why she had come all this way for a country concert.













For real though, Son Volt was straight rocking. They are Real American Music. This is the stuff on which we were built, seriously. They are also the quintessential road music band. And the last night they played the ultimate driving song, Windfall:

Switching it over to AM
Searching for a truer sound
Can't recall the call letters
Steel guitar and settle down
Catching an all-night station somewhere in Louisiana
It sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven

May the wind take your troubles away
May the wind take your troubles away
Both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel,
May the wind take your troubles away


Although, here in NYC it could be the most depressing song ever; the lack of driving and all.

2 comments:

kyledb said...

damn, I've got to clean up. Ernest and I look like a bunch of ragamuffins.

Anonymous said...

um..."They kept complaining, "This better be good", "I hope this was worth the walk from the subway.""... that's weird, I seem to remember being the one who suggested it in the first place and kept having to convince you to go after you almost backed out 4 times. get the facts straight or else this blog will lose all journalistic integrity.