‘As I Drove Back Into Hainesville . . .’

The band From Good Homes, as I wrote in 2008, is one of those that I found by accident, scouring the bottom shelf of the discount CDs in a bookstore in a Minneapolis suburb. The band’s rootsy sound – sometimes robust, sometimes plaintive – falls nicely on my ears, and From Good Homes, a 1998 release, regularly found its way into the player for a few months and still gets there occasionally these days.

The same has been true for the New Jersey group’s other releases as I’ve gathered them over the past few years: Hick-Pop Comin’ At Ya! from 1993 (with the inside of the notes autographed by four of the band’s five members), Open Up The Sky from 1995, and Take Enough Home, a recording from the group’s farewell concert in 1999, which turns out not to have been as final as that sounds.*

Given the amount of music loaded into the RealPlayer in the study, the music of From Good Homes doesn’t come up there nearly as often as maybe it should, and I tend to lose track of it. But as I made salads last evening, the small mp3 player in the kitchen reminded me that one of its three-hundred-some tracks is “Scudder’s Lane” from Hick-Pop, one of my favorite tracks by the New Jersey band.**

Scudder’s Lane

Me and Lisa used to run through the night,
through the fields off Scudder’s Lane.
We’d lay down and look up at the stars
and feel the breeze through the trees.
And I’d often wonder: How long would it take
to ride or fly to the Dipper in the sky?

As I drove back into Hainesville,
I was thinking of the days
when my dreams went on forever
as I ran through the fields off Scudder’s Lane

I stayed with my love, Lisa,
through the darkness of her days.
She walked into face of horror,
and I followed in her wake.
And I often wonder: How much does it take
’til you’ve given all the love that’s in your heart
and there’s nothing in its place?

As I drove back into Hainesville,
I was thinking of the days
when my dreams went on forever
as I ran through the fields off Scudder’s Lane.

I’m afraid of the momentum
that can take you to the edge of a cliff,
where you look out and see nothing
and you ask, is that all there is?

Still, I drove back out of Hainesville
and I asked myself again:
Will there ever come a day
when you drive back home to stay?
Could you ever settle down and be a happy man
in one of the houses that they’re building
through the fields off Scudder’s Lane?

*According to the group’s website, The Fruitful Acre, an EP of another live performance, Live at Waterloo, was issued in 1997. Newer items include a DVD of performances from a 2009 reunion, and an mp3-only release from 2011 titled Grrrrrrrr. My list of music to acquire just got longer.

**I should note that the track is a favorite despite the wince-inducing “Me and Lisa” at the beginning.


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