This has nothing to do with the show except it was Lemmy Kilmister’ s amphetamine bust on the Canada/U,S, border while on a Hawkwind tour that got him kicked out of the band and motivated to form Motorhead. I read once that it was writing this song that got him booted. I researched and it was certainly the bust and his general level of intoxication on various substances. Walter White is never messed up, just kind of evil. Meth is like the worst drug ever and if you ever feel inclined to try it, don’t! Just looking into it a little and reading part of a book on it scares the hell out of me.
After years and numerous different groups of people and locations of viewing for me, Breaking Bad is coming to a close with just a few more episodes in the final season. I’ve watched this show since the very beginning, at first just because The Sopranos had ended and I had yet to discover The Wire so I needed something to fill the void of quality crime drama television.
I loved this song from the moment I heard it back in college. Even if I don’t love Phish, I do love the bass player and this whole album is great. Kottke is also the man and the two times I saw him were awesome. You never hear this song on the radio, although I did the other day on the same station where I heard Lordes for the first time. Adult Alternative is really heating up. Lastly, I instantly liked this song when I heard it in college because “living off the grid” was a term I heard my hippie neighbor and his cronies use frequently to describe the life they worked so hard at out in the woods. The neighbor has been my boss landscaping for many years and its fitting I hear this song for the first and probably only time on the radio as I finish up my tenure in the business.
The only people who influenced my musical knowledge and appreciation more than my parents and my brother were my hippie neighbors. Until recently, the house the Elder J and I grew up in was the only house in the midst of a few thousand acres of old logging land that had largely grown back. Now, there are some encroaching neighbors along the road and elsewhere but until about 8 years ago, this was our domain. It was so private, that not only did my father routinely walk the dog in his underwear when we ere very young, I also used to shoot cans with my .22 from my bedroom window.