Float Away- The Sizzos
This blog is gonna be a lil’ different.
The year is 2000.
I woke up early because yesterday I didn’t finish all of my Math homework, so I had to get it done before school. Mondays we get assigned a lot of homework, not really sure why. School has only been going for about a month. So I REALLY don’t understand Mrs. Lewendowski’s need for excessive math problems.
Whatever, though.
I’m going to get on my brand new diamondback BMX bike and get some jumps in before heading to school. They just moved some dirt in the vacant lot by the football field, & Luke and I had been trying to do bar-spins for the last week. Something about being on a bike and pretending we were Dave Mira always was alluring to me.
But when I got there? No gravel. Just a smell.
& what a smell it was. A cross between a skunk and some sort of citrus gasoline, I had never smelt anything like it. And it was heavy. Not the type of smell that was whisked by the wind from the constant aroma of the nearby cattle on the fairgrounds, but a thick smoke that cut through the, well bullshit, and intoxicated my being.
Travis. Looney.
What was he doing in the trees with Robert P? They seem to be passing whatever this smell is tied to between each other in the middle of the pines behind the field, the ones where my cousin split his stomach on and almost died 5 years prior. But instead of crying, blood, and guts spilling from their bodies; they’re literally laughing, snorting, and squinting really really hard.
What do I do? Are those “drugs”?
Whatever they’re doing, they obviously shouldn’t be. I am pretty sure those are drugs. I mean, they’re 16 years old and I heard that’s the time that DARE starts to wear off.
Is that? Yep. It’s the one cop in town.
And you bet your bottom dollar i pedaled faster than Lance Armstrong and flagged this man down. I rode right up to the car and told him everything. The smell. Who I thought it was. How I thought it was probably some sort of drugs or they’re cooking a live skunk- either option being a viable reason to arrest them. I fervently pointed over my shoulder and urged the officer to comply.
“Ryan Adams. Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”
🤦🏻♂️
I honestly cannot remember the last time a piece of music prompted such creation from me. What I wrote above is a piece of biographical fiction with some things omitted and rearranged for creative purposes, but very true nonetheless, lol. Sometimes, as a creative, I will hear music or see something that inspires me in another medium of creativity. This is the type of vibes and production this track has, for me. It is so well done that it evoked immediate response from my creative juices and allowed me to purge. This track is 6 minutes long, and I’m on listen 5 now while writing this.
I love the production and how it begins. It definitely gives me the feeling of riding my bike, with the Wyoming wind rushing through my hair. The vocal production is amazing, as it takes me to a time in my heart that was innocent; without knowing what I’d become.
Because, I grew up to spend part of my life marketing, creating content for, and helping manage a cannabis brand. Oh how the turns have tabled.
-3NAM3S
Listen here:
https://open.spotify.com/track/691fuWPBVKwFLu0QiGqd44?si=XLk-duYNTB6peZGX5fXFRw
