Road Trip to the Moon Part 1 - Spooning the Moon

This is the first installment of an actual (as much as I can manage) transcript from my road trip. Everything was recorded on a store bought recording device. I thought about making the recording device out of wires and gumption or about ordering it from a catalogue but in the end I thought just going out and blowing some bucks on it would "fix" my "fix" as in help me get over the desire I had just before this trip for a voice recording device. And our scene begins.

November 2nd, 2006

Me: Testing Testing 123

About 1:45pm: Whelp, I'm drivin' outta town. Drivin out of Medford, Oregon.

I got, I got a baguette from Fred Meyer with turkey on it. It’s a, uh, turkey baguette, is what it’s called. Um. Headed out to Humboldt County USA. Humboldt County California USA. Listening to some rockin' tunes on 96.9 The Rogue, which is the rogue valley's place for alternative music. Little bit ago they had the nineties noon which was a blast from the past, if you know what I mean. Um. Played some good songs. Now I don't know, not so much. Soon as it gets buzzy - (radio identifies itself, I speak along) “ninety six nine The Rogue.” Soon as it gets buzzy I'm gonna put on a CD of some kind. I have quite a selection that I brought with me and perhaps later you’ll hear some song stylings. (Gasps) My favorite song! (sings along with radio) “My father took me into the city to see a marching band.” I was, funny, cause I was gonna blog about this song. Now it’s on. (singing again) “Will you be the savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned?” (spoken) yes I will be. (singing again) “Will you defeat them, your demons. (spoken) and all the non believers, the plans that they have made. One day, I'll leave you a fair sum to lead you,” A phantom? Oh man this song is so good. It’s like a smashing pumpkins song only it’s not the smashing pumpkins. Its better then the smashing Pum Kings. Well no, but it’s pretty good. Uh, that’s it for right now cause I got some other shit I gotta attend to but if I have a thought you'll be the first to know.

A short time later: Oh man, this fucking baguette is so good. Driving past Table Rock now. And so I thought that might be a good thing to mention because it is a very pretty Table Rock and if I remember, well, and this will remind me, I will post a picture of it, um, cause I should be able to find a picture of it on the internet. I’m gonna try to make this a pictorial of types even though I don't have a camera with me because my fucking camera I bought broke. Fucking bitch. Camera. ass. By the way, I'd like a camera for Christmas.


A short time later: Oh and second by the way, I'm driving north on I-5 or "the 5" out of Medford. My plan is drive to Grants Pass, take highway, I think its 199, uh, west to Crescent City and then take highway 101 down from Crescent City to good old Arcata California. (burp) I'm pretty excited about that. Excuse me, I burped.


Minutes later: I don't know if this is a continuation of the nineties noon thing retro hour. They just played a new song by My Chemical Romance, my new favorite song which I don't know the name of. I'll look that up on the internet too though, so you can see that. (Welcome to the black parade) But now they're playing Nirvana and I love this song too and I think, I think that I, I think about Nirvana a lot more than people probably think I do. I think about them probably maybe every day, maybe every day, maybe every other day, but definitely a few times a week at the least for some reason, which is more than I think about a lot of bands that I listen to a lot. I think about them a lot. I kind of love them.

A few minutes later: Oh, the colors in the trees are colorful, vibrant and um, like um, kinda like, kinda like 70s, like a close up of a 70's shag carpet that’s got lots of different like browns and greens and oranges and yellow threads all mixed in to make kind of like a patchworky kind of color. Um, as I recall I think the bullocks might have had a carpet like that? Anyways, that’s what it’s like.


Moments later: I fuckin’ hate this fucking “why you calling me,” “eyes of an angel” fuckin’ song. I, it’s always on this channel up here, this station, and I fucking hate it. (singing) “the next room, blah blah blah it were you.” You know what song I’m talking about? I fucking hate it.

2:07: I just decided I should be timing these little posts so, um, let’s see what time it is. My clock in my car is all fucked up so it’s like three hours fast and then like seven minutes slow. So right now it says its five o’clock which means that it’s actually 2:07. I left about just a little bit before two. I left Medford maybe about ten to two so, uh, it’s about 2:07 now and um next time I have something else to say I'll put a time stamp on it so that I can refer back to that time.

A few minutes later: Note to self, look for pictures on the internet of fall grants pass area North Medford/Grants Pass area. Very pretty. On the internet.

(couldn't find a really good one but this is sort of what it looks like)


Next installment coming soon. Swoon. Moon. June.