Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
What amounts to a dream anymore? / A crude device; a veil on our eyes / A simple plan we’d be different from the rest / And never resign to a typical life
Common fears start to multiply / We realize, we’re paralyzed / Where’d it go, all that precious time? / Did we even try to stem the tide?
Before I start I want to let you all know the Sidels are doing just “fine” today. As I mention time and time again, The Idelic Hour is my creative outlet. Collecting, gathering, compiling and listening to these records truly gives me “soul satisfaction,” even in, or may I say especially in light of this horrible Covid/election year. So hear I lay, dumping all my emotions, problems, fears, anxieties and joys while sharing an hour of music with friends.
So with this in 2020 I must point out that tonight is the full moon of Mercury in retrograde on the All Hollow’s Eve. With the election looming on Tuesday there is just a lot of weird shit in the air. No exception here. This week’s events were in fact spooky weird. We had an power outage, computer failure, our dishwasher broke, doors need replacing, and worst of all of our Mercury in retro nightmares came to pass as our son Jonah broke his leg skateboarding Monday afternoon.
At times the pain for Jonah and our family seemed too much to comprehend, but as the great author Hunter S. Thompson once said, “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.”
So that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. Check the set—it’s pretty good.
Stay safe, connected, compassionate—and we all have better fucking voted.
The Idelic Single of the Week: Paper Idol – Clouds
We’ll heal.
