It's been a very long week, one of those that takes her time to move the sun across the sky, her hours lingering in the cool summer night a little too long, one that makes you itching for friends & family, while I'm drinking deep of a pleasurable solitude.
I always love meeting freshmen, juggling names, faces and smiles in my head. But this year, I find myself bogged down with a new orientation schedule that's crammed in with the first 2 days of class, long nights bearing another's burdens. There's also an unwritten proposal for a partly-unwanted unwritten thesis, delivery due in 2 weeks.
And the lack of internet access, a blessing in disguise, the nakedness and procrastination not a problem for the past 7 days. But the absence of any unsecured wireless network means my laptop stays powered off, meaning Over the Rhine's new album
hasn't intoxicated me fully yet.
But this new album's not hard to get into at all. Their title track takes Isaiah from Heaven, and rescues John from exile on Patmos, sits them down in a cabaret bar somewhere in the South, chatting about eschatology while jamming with the best horn players the church has never known.
This might be their best song yet. the Trumpet Child
The trumpet child will blow his horn
Will blast the sky till it’s reborn
With Gabriel’s power and Satchmo’s grace
He will surprise the human race
The trumpet he will use to blow
Is being fashioned out of fire
The mouthpiece is a glowing coal
The bell a burst of wild desire
The trumpet child will riff on love
Thelonious notes from up above
He’ll improvise a kingdom come
Accompanied by a different drum
The trumpet child will banquet here
Until the lost are truly found
A thousand days, a thousand years
Nobody knows for sure how long
The rich forget about their gold
The meek and mild are strangely bold
A lion lies beside a lamb
And licks a murderer’s outstretched hand
The trumpet child will lift a glass
His bride now leaning in at last
His final aim to fill with joy
The earth that man all but destroyed