74. S U R F I N G - “Moonlight”

Whenever I listen to this jam I imagine some sort of future or alternate reality where the moon has been colonized. In this vision reality is neither a utopia or a dystopia. Its just sort of normal – boring really, sort of like the modern world, where anything once magnificent has been relegated to a dreary sense of normalcy.

Once a place of the future and a thriving bastion of hope, the atmosphere of the moon is now as monochromatic as its terrain. Besides the occasional blinking neon light everything is dull. Its a dusty shithole, vacant and almost abandoned, with anybody who knows any better long ago having moved on, further out of the solar system and farther away from the polluted and dilapidated miasma of Earth.

Its from within this eerie silence that this song drifts down the street. Its coming from the door of an old and abandoned dive bar – some kitschy wooden building that was once used to attract tourists now long gone. You can’t help but be drawn to it, and so you walk in and immediately feel at home – not happy or at ease, but momentarily content and blissfully numb, almost as if in all the universe there’s no other place you would rather be. After all, the world may be pure and utter shit, but there’s a beauty to be found in every moment, especially when floating within the viscid fuzz of this cheesily tight jam.