It’s The Fall, Here Are Songs To Get Drunk To

by Edward H

September 26, 2008

A few days ago we hit fall. It was still sunny in Vancouver at that point, and even felt a bit like we were hanging on to the edge of summer. I then jumped on a plane to Calgary, and went from 18º and sunny to a barely hovering above 0º temperature. God dammit, I could see my breath. Not smoking, but breathing. Canada sure fucking knows how to get cold, especially all places not Vancouver. Thank God, Allah, Buddah, The United States Government, or perhaps even my bank account — whoever be responsible, thank you for making me want to get far far away from this place and down to warm beaches for the winter term. Give four days and I will have a cigar in my mouth, a bottle of rum in my hand, and a southern fedora tipped over my face watching the surf die out while the evening gets progressively blurry. All whilst waxing pseudo-intellectual with the aforementioned dearest of friends, Svin Livingston. I have done a reasonable sum of global traveling with Svin, and there’s no better travel companion. One time we were jumping into the southern Pacific during a specifically adverse riptide, and when suggested to him from a passerby that we not carry on any further, he threw his bottle at said civilian and exclaimed, “Water wings be damned! Do your worst — for I shall do mine!” And that was that. Ten minutes later a rescue boat was out to get us with blankets wondering how we had not seen the posted signage. Three weeks later we were off to the desert.

And now, for sake of cold weather, here are some songs that sound like autumn and alcohol.

Seeds of Night, The Cave Singers
Blackie, Dustin Bentall
There’s A Reason, AA Bondy
Everything I Build, The Stills
Wop-A-Din-Din, Mark Kozelek (Live at Lisbon)
Trouble, Ray LaMontagne
It’s Alright, Bang Gang
North Dakota, The Wooden Sky (CBC Sessions Recording)
Strangulation, My Morning Jacket

I think I will make a post before departure with some beach songs in the case that you also have said your peace with winter, and follow a strict regiment of the twelve-month summer. Perhaps some Bobby Darin, Sam Cooke, and even that grumpy irishman Van Morrison?

With Love & Rum,
Edward H.

With Love & Rum. Alcoholics: Anonymously.