‘Smoke On The Horizon . . .’

I’m back from the dentist’s office with a numb mouth and a couple of new fillings. No, my teeth aren’t getting necessarily worse, just old, and there were a few cracks around some fillings that were probably put in when Jimmy Carter was president.

So the dentist removed those fillings, sanded things down a little, and rebuilt the two teeth. And I can’t feel a thing. I’m sipping tepid coffee through one side of my mouth – as insensate as my mouth is right now, I don’t dare drink anything truly hot – and thinking about what to post here today. I had a topic in mind – based on the Billboard Hot 100 from which I pulled Merry Clayton track on Tuesday – but I think I feel disconnected enough right now to postpone that to tomorrow.

At the same time, I’m pondering the item I saw when I stopped at our neighborhood convenience store just down Lincoln Avenue this morning. The guy behind the counter said that the store has occasionally sold CDs, and he’s no doubt right. I just hadn’t noticed, I guess. Anyway, right by the cash register there was a small display offering a Pink Floyd anthology. I doubt I’ll go back and buy it; I have all the Floyd I need.

But when the universe speaks to me, I listen. And here’s the only track that makes sense this morning with a mouth where feeling is slowly returning.

I’ll be back tomorrow, I hope, with a look at some records from early 1972.

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One Response to “‘Smoke On The Horizon . . .’”

  1. Paco Malo says:

    Martin Scorsese uses this song, covered by Van Morrison and one of the remaining Floyd members, in the one break, sex, that Leo DeCaprio’s character gets in the entirety of “The Departed“. It’s an amazing track, re-invented by Morrison, gratefully discarding the unnecessary (now) echo in the vocal. Van’s voice stands on it’s own, but the lyrics and melody carry their weight in bringing home that sense of finding peace in a crazy world. …
    The rest of the time in the film Leo is just all scotch and oxy’s and stress, life-threatening stress where you live by your wits as a mole in the Boston Irish mob in the 80s. We even get our usual dose of “Gimme Shelter” and Keith, and Merry Clayton.

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