Thoughts and Musings from Erin

Music plays such a big part in our lives. Especially on the road, without the distractions of cable TV and other forms of entertainment we sacrifice for this journey. So I thought I’d share some of what we are listening to these days…

The Lumineers

The Lumineers

The Lumineers have become one of our favorite bands. Their whole self-titled CD is excellent. Their song “The Ho Hey Song” is an anthem of sorts for us. The chorus really sums it up for the three of us road dogs…

“I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart.” It’s a simple chorus, repeated a few times, but that line speaks truth to our little family in our little home on wheels. Plus Zephyr loves to dance to it. Chris’s other fave (and one of mine too) is called “Stubborn Love.” Part of the chorus is “it’s better to feel pain than nothing at all, the opposite of love’s indifference.” I love when song lyrics make me think… the easy answer to the opposite of love is hate. But maybe these guys are onto something. Maybe the opposite of love is indifference. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s a lot of things where love is absent. Gets my mind whirring…

the other Bobby D

the other Bobby D

A few years ago (like maybe seven) Chris and I flew to Seattle, then drove to British Columbia to see Chris’s sister Noel, who lives on a little island off the Vancouver coast. She had made us a CD (mixtape!) that we brought to listen to on the three or so hour drive on the way to her house… there was a cover of Bob Dylan’s “Boots of Spanish Leather” on there, that Chris and I still consider our “roadtrip song” and we always try to listen to it while we are out on the  road anywhere. It’s a great story… read below:

Oh I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing ?No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean.Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona ?Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’.That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’ ?Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’.

Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’.

So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

Ryan Adams

Ryan Adams

Reminds me of the story of another of my all-time favorite songs, “Carolina Rain” by Ryan Adams. I guess I have a thing for good storytelling in song.
Rose lived on the south side of townUntil her landlord showed up with two hundred dollar bills
A notice of eviction on the other hand
Now she don’t live there no more,
And everyone thinks he drowned,I pulled into Mecklenburg on them trains
Into a station that got flooded when they opened up the dam
And broke their connections to the railway lines
So they could blast into the quarry,
And for every load of granite,
We got a ton of worryOne night at the diner over eggs,
Over easy she showed me the length of her legs,
But that gold plated cross on her neck, it was real
And you don’t get that kind of money from pushing mealI should’ve told him that you were the one for me,
But I lied, But I lied,
To most any drifter whose looking for work is too weird
I met Percy and I married her in July
But if only to be closer to you, CarolinePercy and I moved down the street
Until we lost two pretty girls
One was seven and one was three
Alderman and Caroline owned the house right up the hill
Where we laid those babies down
So they could still see our houseSuspicion got the best of old Alderman Haint
He owned an auto parts store off the interstate
But the lord took him home in July
And then Rose spilled the beans on the day that he died

I should’ve told him that you were the one for me
But I lied, But I lied
Tied up to concrete at the bottom of the quarry
With a tattoo on his heart that spelled out “Caroline”
He was silent but his rosary
Drifted into the custody
Of a sheriff that was just deputized

And I was down at the banquet hall
When two guys came up, pretty angry and drunk
And I’m still here at the banquet hall
At the banquet hall
Where the gun went off, in the Carolina Rain
In the Carolina Rain, in the Carolina Rain
Oh, Caroline

Kinda makes me think of that big old mining pit in Bisbee, Arizona, although that song clearly takes place in North or South Carolina.
Jerry Garcia (we have the same birthday, he and I)

Jerry Garcia (we have the same birthday, he and I)

The last big chunk of music we have been listening to is Grateful Dead. Chris knows just about everything about this band, their lyrics, their musicians… it’s quite impressive. I wish I knew that much about something. He’s a smart guy, I chose well obviously. He totally has me hooked on their music. “China Cat Sunflower” and “Brown Eyed Women” are a couple of my recent favorites. The Dead’s vast collection of music is intimidating… they have studio albums, countless live shows, so many versions of such a huge library of songs. I doubt we could ever listen to it all.
And now, the highly unanticipated list of myths set forth by the misunderstanding of what life in an RV is like (created by us and curious people we know and don’t know):
1. we are on vacation.
WRONG! This is not a whirlwind fly-by-the-seat-of-your-dusty-camp-pants-wonderland-leave-your-cares-in-california-escape-reality trip. Very much the opposite. Life in an RV is just like life back at home. We still have an 18-month old toddler that still likes to do toddler stuff. Like wake up in the middle of the night, or at the crack of dawn, to go outside and run or play with his trains or have some juice. He still gets sick. We still have to do laundry (can’t remember the last time I did laundry on a vacation). The motorhome still needs to be vacuumed, mopped, swept, dusted, toilet still has to be scrubbed. This is approximately 240 square feet of real life, baby.
2. we need a lot of stuff.
HA. We have already given away stuff we packed for the trip. Clothes, mostly. We will be getting rid of pillows and blankets soon. Next to go will be toys. When your space is super small, things pile up quickly and your living space feels unlivable. So we shed. We ask ourselves if it’s necessary. Like really necessary. Like “can I do what needs to be done if I don’t have this?” In the case of a fluffy round white fur pillow from Pier 1, the answer is YES. In the case of a few too many sweatshirts, the answer is YES. In the case of my extra pair of Rainbow sandals that I brought incase my eight year old pair decide to give out on this trip, the answer is NO. So those stay.
Chris just aptly pointed out that we have been living in here for a little over two weeks. So for now I guess the list is short. That’s a good thing. I’ll update it when other misconceptions need to be set straight.
Can you tell Zeph fell asleep fast tonight and I have lots of late-night energy? Going to bed now!!!
  • Keep the stories and pics coming… loving following your journey! Love & hugs to my favorite Adams family!

    • Thanks Miss Nanc! Miss you guys, give everyone hugs for us.

  • Mraz

    You.are.cute.
    I listen to Lumineers Radio on pandora ad nauseum in hopes of hearing Stubborn Love at least every half hour. Lol …we are cut from the same music cloth, my dearies 😉 xo

    • Dude. Cut from the same musical cloth. With some threads of kitten and hot tamales woven in. When are you coming to see us again?

      • Mraz

        Trust me, you don’t have to ask me twice, I’m obsessed with you guys! I’ll see you kids in 2013! Meet you in one of the Carolinas, my little Carolina?? Or??

        • You come see us whenever you are ready, friend. Mi Casa Es Su Casa.

  • PrincessLaura

    I went to your Facebook page to find out where you are now, and someone posted this blog on a post (although the “r” in zephyr was missing, but I figured it out! So happy to have found you – I did a power through the blog and am loving your adventures thus far! Living vicariously through you and the doc! Hugs to you all!

    • Hi Laura, glad you found us 🙂 say hi to everyone for us and happy birthday to John! 🙂