I've been following the photographers Mikael Kennedy and Sean Sullivan as they travel around the Pacific Northwest through their beautiful site, Ramblers Bone, since they set out in early April. I spoke with Mikael yesterday as they drove out of Denver and over the Rocky Mountains, and I'm going to post the interview and some exclusive photos tomorrow. But in the meantime, I thought I'd share with you a song by Blaze Foley, a country singer Mikael told me about. "Clay Pigeons" is perfect to drive to; or, if you're me, to sit at your kitchen table and work to (after the jump).
This song calms me down. And at the same time makes me want to get into my Jeep and drive until I find old, run-down train stations, cowboys, and huge expanses of space. Blaze died in '89--he was shot by one of his son's friends--which only adds to the melancholy of the song. There's something extra heart-wrenching, extra American, almost, about a great country song sung by a dead man. An apparently wild dead man, judging from the quotation above.
Stay tuned for the post on Ramblers Bone tomorrow. The photos are stunning, and Mikael was really inspiring to talk to. But for now, let Blaze get you in the rambling mindset.