When The Haar Rolls In

This song appeared on my I-pod via a compilation CD that came with an issue of Mojo featuring the Kinks I bought at Trident Cafe/Bookstore in Boston over the Thanksgiving Holiday. Mojo calls these comps "mixes" which makes me long for the days of the mixed tape. As mixed tapes go this was a pretty good one; one other notables on it is Nick Lowe's The Rose of England. 

As for the Haar and accompanying video above, it sort of appeared out of the blue to me one day and continues to do so whenever I am in the mood for a long narrative complete with acoustic guitar backing. I like this video too. I have been watching a lot of driving movies: see both Radio On and Vanishing Point, this video fits in well with such a theme. Walking to work this morning amid the wet gray weather feeling a bit sentimental about being in the final days of working at the same place I have at been for the last six years (now that I have some distance from it) this song came on and suited the environment. I think about all the people I would make mix tapes for and the songs I would choose to hint at the things I don't see any reason to say anymore but still think sometimes:

And now I'm more concerned with keeping the neighbors cat out of the garden than I am with who you may or may not be fucking and who may be dancing a jig in the middle...