
For All Bereaved Parents, I Send You My Love
a film and book list, perhaps of some use to someone, somewhere.

a film and book list, perhaps of some use to someone, somewhere.
This year I’m ready and willing to just do all the heights things, I want to sky dive, I want to BASE jump, I want to boulder, I want to climb some rock faces and maybe just maybe one day free solo something if I ever attain that level of skill or comfort, if you’re involved in these things at all please reach out to me, this isn’t a trend or a phase for me and I’m quite serious and furthermore climbers just seem to be my people.
I will road trip anywhere with just about anyone who shares these common interests, I’d rather be eating clif bars and climbing and hiking and swimming all day with anyone who’s into this too rather than going to overpriced restaurants that’s not my idea of life at all or spending the day shopping. I’m not afraid of real life.
I’ve never been drunk and I don’t do anything that doesn’t help my body.
P.s. I know there are little climbing gyms and that’s cute and everything but I want to be outside breathing natural air with the breeze and sun around me and more importantly that just doesn’t feel real and how exactly does climbing NS grabbing man made fixtures prepare me in any other way but exercise. Not interested.
the age/job/etc angles are a trash way to meet people. A few random just-made-up criteria: if you do use your phone with one hand, don’t think Dunkin’ is coffee, do read non-fiction, do hate light pollution depriving us from the stars, do humor the idea that organized sports is just nationalism for townies, do have exceptional taste in music and do know that Psycho is not the greatest movie ever but a good fun one worth seeing, perhaps we might have some things in common, send a message
I was just thinking of this the other day the time period from about 1900 to 1955 (Elvis) was so explosive and nearly every part of the country growing a subculture of music. New York City had jazz. Appalachian Bluegrass, New Orleans had their own scene. Every step along the Mississippi had a different form of blues. Kansas City, Chicago, Kalamazoo…You had country towards the south and Woody Guthrie in Oklahoma. West Coast even had slack, Hawaiin, and dobro.
At this time, nearly every major city grew a record industry and a culture around their music, but not New England… or at least nothing seemed to have had stuck in the larger scope of history.
This is a New England resident speaking, by the way. I just realized the other day all we do is study other areas parts of music.
What the heck was going on north of CT, and why nothing that’s significant to the rest of American music history.
Dm if you’re going, would love to acquaint myself with local neighbors who appreciate such great music, maybe we meet up, maybe we just exchange socials, whatever you’re comfortable with!
p.s. on a music related note there’s a Signal group where folks occasionally mention good local shows/rideshare/etc