Changing it up a bit

I'm changing things up a bit this week. I will be talking about music, but it will be about how it influenced one of the most spontaneous decisions I've made.

A few weeks ago at the end of September I got a phone call from my buddy on a Thursday asking if I wanted to drive overnight to Colorado and film some long boarding the following morning. I had class the next day but decided to say "Fuck it" and have a little adventure (Sorry Prof. Nyquist).

We drove all night, nearly 8 hours, and the whole time we were listening to some bands that I haven't heard since high school. We played Mogwai's newest album as we traveled open plains in western Kansas and watched the stars light up the fields of wheat. The steady builds of instrumentals that would burst into soulful, perfectly orchestrated, melodies that flushed me with nostalgia. It perfectly fit the atmosphere and created a unique mood.

As we rounded the crest of the mountains and saw Denver lighting up in the distance, my buddy played Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. The city lights acting as the crowd and us, the valiant performers atop our stage. Tired and full of Red bull and nicotine. Just wanting to sleep, but no time to do so.

We changed clothes in a Starbucks parking lot at 5 am and went back to the mountain to watch the sun rise. We filmed downhill long boarding, my buddy carving down the hill as the sun rose and blanketed everything in a golden hue that my camera tried so hard to capture but couldn't.

On our way back home later that day, we slept. No music. Just sleep. Sometimes the absence of sound is it's own music. But I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. Even if I did have work the next morning.