Bladerunner Nostalgia

Sitting in Jazz Alley on a Saturday night listening to Spyro Gyra play their style of jazz fusion I couldn't help but get nostalgic as one particular musical passage resonated with my memory of a synth-layered Vangelis track I remembered from way back. It served as the score to the Bladerunner scene where Harrison Ford as Rick Deckard is looking out onto the futuristic cityscape from his apartment balcony.





Vangelis effectively plays to the mood of this particular scene. As we observe Deckard comfortably taking a respite from the almost routine perils of his profession one can't help but feel cradled by Vangelis's synth textured soundscape. It's essentially a futuristic sounding lullaby that seems to hint at emptiness in terms of human emotion. The scene is contemplative, prompting us to peer into Deckard's mind. What's in there? Why does he look somewhat lost as he cradles his drink? It's a soothing harmony yet cold and barren at the same time which is of course a perfect audio backdrop against a dystopian Los Angeles.

revelation?

The following post was begun over three weeks ago. I chose not to complete it because moments after the hasty composition the feeling just left me and I went back to bed. I also did not want to ramble on about some sex-crazed dream that I had and make this post sound like a contribution to Penthouse Forum. So, for the sake of continuing my foray into the world of bloggery here's my second post.


Once again I am not much into this blogging craze of posting every rampant thought that comes to my brain. This is simply an experiment. What brings me back here however is a dream that I had less than two hours ago. A type of dream that perhaps I've had in more than a few previous occasions. This particular one however brought in a flood of thoughts and emotions when I contemplated its meaning upon awakening.

It is currently 5:15 on a Sunday morning here in Washington state. I can't get back to sleep because I feel a sudden urge to put down my thoughts on paper or ... well, my blog. Don't know if anybody will read this. At this point I don't really care. I just need to preserve whatever's in my head at the moment because moments of clarity like this tend to be rather fleeting and highly transient that one forgets its alarming urgency. Is it an epiphany or moment of revelation? Perhaps because it encompassess everything that I've had a nagging concern about lately. My aloneness in this world.

The dream itself was fleeting as most dreams of women tend to be. Fleeting yet almost real because you wake up feeling disappointed that it was only a dream. A few elements however made this dream stand out from previous ones of the type. I dreamt of two women. The setting was in a church during a sermon.....


That's where I left off. Obviously I did not want to go into detail because after all it was simply a dream. The background setting however still strikes me as odd. I mean why the heck would I be surreptitiously groping a seemingly attractive Asian woman as I stood behind the congregation observing a Catholic mass? Although much of the dream has faded away I do recall there being a second female character who possibly served a similar purpose.

It was apparent however that I was reaching out for a deeper meaning which is why I chose to put it in a blog in the first place. Loneliness could certainly have been a concern but I have a feeling it was something more profound than that. As I ponder further and slip down this slippery slope that I call my psyche I can almost vaguely recall that my concern at the moment was my seeming detachment from life in general. The details of the dream itself were inconsequential. It was the vicarious feeling of a love lost that caused alarm and a feeling that subconsciously I am crying out to be recognized and dare I say it .... loved.

first blog

This is going to be off the cuff for now. Just a virtual journal of my experience in the Pacific Northwest or else a diary of my trials and tribulations outside of the Big Easy.

So here I am six months later. Still a fish out of water ... from a cultural perspective. Missing New Orleans big time. Was the move worth it? Been questioning that since day one. Walked outside of the SeaTac airport sometime early June and it was a virtual meat locker .... in the middle of summer at that. If someone gave me the opportunity to go back to my hometown at that moment I just might have taken it ... seriously. But then I'd have to pay Boeing back and so on and so forth. Figured a year here would be fair enough to test the waters so to speak.

Seattle's got some cool spots. They even have a restaurant/bar with a New Orleans theme. But still none of that beats what New Orleans's got. Case in point, I was at this club called Trinity and right as the clock struck two during a Saturday night or early Sunday morning they took the beer out of my hand ... literally. Granted that wasn't a regular venue. This jazz club and Irish bar were more my speed. Bellingham's got some cool places too and is a waypoint between Seattle and Vancouver, BC. ..And the northwest ales are some of the best brewed in the country.

The mountainous vistas however are what seem to redeem my existence here ... somewhat. Even from work I could see the snowcapped Cascades in the distance. Just a stunning view. Nature has a temperament that is unforgiving but if you get a chance to hike a trail through a pristine forest in the mountains she can be a loving mother as well.