Jack Kerouac - October In The Railroad Earth mp3 download

Goliath brought me here. Sad its the last season.

Kerouac saw the poetry in eveyday life, he takes me back to a time where some of us took more notice of the real world and spent our mental energies thinking and less time staring at our phones.

Stormy early night. French Quarter. Town torn up by Hurricane Ida. No money, no work, no rent available until work returns. Listening to you, Jack.

this album was the soundtrack to my lockdown

Free flow, the words conjure images, or is it the other way around.

“That engine, calling our mountains” I’ve never heard word describe that feeling before. I’ve spent lost nights bumbling on a roof in the Haight when COVID left me paid with no work to go to. I’d drink day in and out, walking on these roofs, looking down at the rabble congregating. I’d come down to meet them, to the liquor store and back. I passed out by some bums and they said “You don’t belong here”. I fought them, drunk. I went home and came back in my stupor, to fight them again. I lost and felt ridiculous. I ate beans out of a can I’d saved for “the coming pandemic”. Drank lots of beer, smoked so many cigarettes I broke the ash tray and escaped again to the roof. Only to come back down and see it all again in the morning. I barely slept. Those were the happiest days of my life.

Same old jibe. Step outside the din and hum of city life, condemn and scorn the repetitive tasks of the working making money. Kerouac earns the brotherhood of those who are tired and not sure why they continue to pursue the dream. Kerouac has time to be lazy and self absorbed enough to sit back, watch and put to words the dynamics of people just living life. Life without purpose or push. Just give up on life, be Zen release all your desires and be happy because all your dreams and wants are satisfied if you have none. The Beat.

...5 a.m. for a local out of Bay Shore...