Songwriters don’t use “plaid” enough in songs.
Imagine if it was …
-Plaid Eyed Girl
-Plaid … by Coldplay
-Plaider Shade of Pale
… it might be nice in band names or for individual artists too!
– James Plaid
-Plaid Hot Chili Peppers
-Plaid Oyster Cult
-Johnny Cash … the man in plaid
… even as an album name!
The Plaid Album by The Beatles
note: I’m sure there must be some plaid in country music.
double note: “I’m dreaming of a Plaid Christmas”
triple note: Bob Dylan‘s Plaid on Plaid would sound even cooler!
… maybe it would be “Plaide on Plaide“.
Today might be like a game of roulette: all black and red.
… if things start moving too fast, it might turn out plaid.
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“The pump don’t work ’cause the vandals took the handles” Bob Dylan from “Subterranean Homesick Blues”
Aren’t road trips great?
Driving off to parts unknown for a big adventure with a bunch of friends.
Anything could happen!
Whether just a couple of days, a few weeks, or longer; it’s almost like being in a Bob Dylan song, a Jack Kerouac book, or a Tom Green movie.
A road trip in any kind of vehicle is great; but for me, travelling in a van just adds another dimension to the greatness of a road trip.
Maybe it’s the nostalgia factor: all those hippies driving around having free love all over the place, blowing their minds at never ending giant outdoor rock festivals, and getting to be in that old Woodstock movie.
I guess hippies used vans for different reasons: they held a lot of people, were relatively cheap, and had a built in pad to crash in.
Those hippies were a pretty practical bunch, but not very nostalgic.
note: should this van be called “Morrison“?
double note: Wavy Gravy is 72 years old.
SPECIAL NOTE: Amazing photo by nathaliewithanh.
post-post note: co-sky pilot and travelling minstrel Kelly Pettit.
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