Baby, life’s what you make it.

That first evening in middle August, where the air is just a touch crisper and cooler, and the sunlight slants in from an angle just a couple more degrees acute, always reminds me of this song and, specifically, this video. The brief sequence from .56 to .59 always made me wanna get a drum set, pack it out to some glen somewhere, and whale on the things as the moon came up and the critters came out. Yeah – weird, but I was 16 at the time. Weirder is that I still get that. And how could I not? It’s a great image – breath coalescing with air as the moon sits high in the ink of the night. So good. The best stuff goes down when the sun does. We all know this.

Anyway – a great song for any season, but especially one for the onset of Autumn, when you take a look around and go, ‘Is this really what I want to be doing? What’s the plan? What’s the point? Where does that highway lead to? This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful wife!’

I think its a hallmark ingrained from that collective experience where we all used to head back to school every September. When you’re there, it sure sucks, but years later you might look back and actually miss the simplicity and the ease of it all. You just went to school. Now? Betterment is in your own hands. No one is going to make you learn something new, or motivate you to run some laps, or read an extra chapter.

We’re now each our own blame for lost chances or that gradual slide to ‘not bad’. There’s a weight in that and a responsibility. But also a pretty tremendous opportunity, even if it’s not the easiest thing in the world to take action about.

So, yeah, Talk Talk. The vid is disabled for embedding, but a click away. And worth it.

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