Caddis Chronicles

That last post wasn’t as random as you may have thought. I wanted it to stand on its own for a day or so. Kind of let it sink in before I elaborated on what it triggered in my gray matter.

On my way home last night from the Trout Unlimited meeting in Princeton, I was listening to that song and its richness struck me. That song is 40 years old and it still holds its own, both metaphorically and musically.

Compared to most of today’s music, which is over-processed and lacking in nutrients and flavor like a lot of what we eat, much of the music of 30 and 40 years ago is layered, textured and unpretentious. It is timeless, and I imagine I’ll still enjoy listening to it when I’m old and ornery as I struggle to tie flies with arthritic digits. Whereas, although I do like a lot of what I hear today, much of it gets tedious and stale - it lacks the kind of depth that makes one want to keep coming back to fish it again and again.

Give it a listen. In fact, crank it and you'll see what I mean. Or you won't.

Life is good. Just do it with your eyes open.