Dear Reader,
Do you recognize the line “Dear God, Please turn me into a bird, so I can fly far, far away”?
Yeah, yeah I know Jenny, from “Forest Gump” right??
Wrong!!
Those words may have been made famous by the movie about the most successful retard to ever live, but they were stolen.
That phrase was stolen from any person who has ever lived, worked, traveled through, or had an extended layover inside the Baltimore Beltway, otherwise known as I-695.
Baltimore is really something. I lived, worked, and played there and the surrounding areas for the better part of my adult life.
Scars, you ask? Yeah, I’ve got scars. How could I not? That place leaves its mark on you long after you’ve flown the coup.
Which brings us to today’s selection for Freedom Music Friday.
This week’s theme of Freedom is all about the freedom to move your body however, or wherever you want.
My riders and I decided to move ourselves away from Baltimore and the Mid-Atlantic area all together in ‘21. We were looking for a different way of life and found it in the High Country.
We live amongst the wild things here in the hills. The serenity of our mountain home has helped heal the wounds of the past. We are insulated from the world and all of its horrors.
Yet, the Grinch is a cautionary tale. One can’t remain isolated from the world forever. I tried. Before long you begin to harbor negative thoughts and feelings for the world at large. The fear and loathing of the city lights must be overcome from time to time. One must bask in the glow of neon, and soak in the sights and sounds of other humans. It’s still about balance after all.
So we often move our bodies to nearby cities like Nashville, Asheville or Charlotte. Sometimes as far away as Florida or Colorado. We migrate in search of other searchers, other birds of a feather.
Sometimes we find them. Like last year in Asheville. These Bad Birds of Baltimore were going to be playing Ping Pong at Salvage Station and we were lined up at the stage waiting. I had taken the perfect dose of edibles and the crowd around me was made up of AVL’s weirdest. The Pigeons took the stage and started playing.
Now, I had no idea what to expect as I had never seen Pigeons Playing Ping Pong before.
Have you?
Anyway, they started up and the strangest thing began to happen. My shoulders, which are normally in a varying state of building up, breaking down, and otherwise just hurting, began to loosen. My hands, as twisted and scarred as they are went up and above my suddenly loose shoulders.
Then my hips were abducted. I no longer had any control of them. It was terrifying! They began to rock back and forth and I was forced to move my legs and feet along with them otherwise tumble to the ground.
I was dancing. My body was free to move how it wanted, no longer held back by my authoritarian control, it was finally free.
Are you truly, and fully confused yet?
Here, hit play on this and see if you have much better luck maintaining control.
See? Told ya.
I know you’re dancing around the kitchen, or office, or wherever, looking like a fool and loving it!
Pigeons Baby!! Good things tend to fly away from dark places and these boys have been flying high ever since leaving Baltimore.
Yeah, it’s that good, just keep going.
Love ya,
-Will
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P.S. I think I finally figured out how to make a custom button. I’m gonna try it out here. If you enjoy these posts and it adds to your life somehow, throw me a $1 or 3. I’ll likely give it away to someone else more deserving anyway.
Eh, the link works. Doesn’t exactly look the way I expected though. ❤️
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Thanks, Will. I want it to be everyone's baby!