I found that hitchhiking out here by myself really taught me was how to be myself. No one who picks you up knows what your normally like, leaving you free to be whoever you like and ultimately leading to learning how you act when not obligated to fit into someone’s perception of you.
He picked me up on the entrance to the 400 as I sat playing guitar with a sheet of paper saying ‘Perry Sound’. The conversation flowed steady for a good hour or two. He was headed to the Yukon to hold an Indie Film presentation. He recommended some good indie movies I said I’d check out but forgot about. He also played in a punk band in T.O. He gave me some tips having hitchhiked himself. He dropped me off at the YMCA in Sudbury. He even got out and made sure I got in alright.
As I wandered around in Sudbury I came to a park on a hill looking over the town. I’m always writing lyrics to make into songs and this is what I wrote there:
On a road in nowhere
I sit and stare
to catch a glimpse of what I missed and come to grips
that I don’t care
I was so sad to let it go
but here with open hands I know
the sweetness wasn’t having it held
It was breathing it in a blowing it out
Perfected a futilely flawless routine
inevitably becoming monotony
Had no idea what to do, to do better
so I started my story on a fresh piece of paper
Now following the flow
in the unknown
I listen to the rhythms I’m given
to guide, to decide my direction
The passion is pursuit, not possession, of perfection
Disappearing the Quick 