The One Song - Tour Tuneage

On my solo bicycle tour - I ended up using music quite a lot as I pounded the pedals. It helped cut some boredom out of the "long parts", was motivating on the "steep parts" and fun on the "down hill" parts. But more than that, I think music pairs well with adventure touring on a bike. Some of the terrain I rode was like the dark side of the moon - and sure enough, I had some Pink Floyd playing at the perfect times. Now, I made sure not to over do the music thing. I made a post a while back about the sounds of crickets along the road - music would have made it tough to here these little buggers. At times, my music seemed to add a surreal experience to my ride. I felt a bit disconnected from the ride experience - like my head was rolled up in cotton batting, with just two eye holes and two ear holes with inserted speaker wires with a direct connection to my primary auditory cortex. I guess that is the point of ear phones - especially my fancy, noice cancelling, high fidelity (is this term even used anymore?), micro ear buds. The other thing I find utterly facinating and very cool - is music has this uncanny ability to remind you of a certain time or event in one's life. I was wearing my Ipod the other day, mowing the lawn and the music playing took me right back to the tour. Instead of struggling with the oft not fun lawn-mowing chores, I was transported right back to riding the bike. Good stuff man!

Anyway- the song below is from Grand Funk Railroad's 1970 Closer to Home album. It is the one song that reminds me of the tour so much. The words just seem to resonate with far away exploring, being homesick and a threat of mutiny by your crew (on a bike, by yourself, with no crew... the mutinous devils could be one's own self doubts!).

Cheers!

Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.


I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.


If you return me, to my home port,
I will kiss you mother earth.
Take me back now, take me back now,
To the port of my birth.


Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?


You'd better think about it, I just can't live without it.
So, please don't take my ship from me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ...


I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.


I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.
Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.


I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.


I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
Ohhhh ...


I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
I'm getting closer to my home ...
Repeated to fade