I remember one afternoon where April and I were on this damned Black Horse tour where I opted to dredge up this beautiful mountain outside of Salt Lake City going to Bozeman Montana. We got to this crest... it was blowing snow and flurries etc all over the car. Visibility zero. It seemed it seemed like we were at the top of North America. Spring time.
There was no radio signal. No nothing. Just everyone below us. There. Clean.
It was spring time then. The road winded down and then down some more. i didnt mind. We were enrout to Seattle from this little show we had booked in Bozeman we were to play on this night. It was all the same to me. I guess it still is man.
So, anyway we got to this point on the mountain where this Bozeman college/free radio station registered on the radio in our van. April is all stoked, and rightfully so because we are geting closer to her old home. This song by "Propogandhi" entitled "Haillie Sellasse" comes on.
You probably are`nt familiar with this song or event this band, but its a really really great song. "youre deed is that gun in your hand" is a great lyric from this song. The most hearty lyric from this song that will probably stick with you from this song is the lyric "FUCK RELIGION" , which is repeated tons.
i remember days of being really strung out with some old friends in a place where I dont want to tell you about, because I want to protect all that were involved back then. This song was kind of the sound track of those old times. very very sad old times where many a friend was taken down by meth.
Getting that feeling this moment, on this mountain is something to me.
There is a mountain of empty PBR beer cans in front of me. I just re-found this song on my rhapsody.
Fuck man.
