Leave it in! Leave it in. Boy, does life imitate art.
I love hotels, motels, and bed and breakfasts. I like the cheap ones where you drive your car right up to the stairs, which often for some reason have the ice machines located in the stairwell landing (Why do travelers need so much ice?). They remind me of childhood road trips in Colorado, Maine, Western MA, California, and others. I also love a fancy hotel, which I stay in when I’m on work trips. These fancy hotels are fresh on my mind because I’m going on one of those work trips in a week.
I like hotels, no matter the type, because everyone there always seems little weird and crazy: Coworkers, bellhops, strangers who look like they’re at the end of their ropes, people in the parking lot, people in the workout room, people in the pool at night (I always hit up the pool), tired people at breakfast, families who seem unhappy, a guy in flip flops getting ice at a weird time. I also just like the beds. Maybe it’s just because a night or two away from my bed is a nice change of pace for my back.
Even though they’re way smaller than my house, I feel weirdly liberated at hotels. I can blast the TV (I love watching TV at hotels. I dunno why), I can take showers and track water wherever I want and leave my towel on the floor, theres a WIDE open empty closet for all my clothes. I even like using the iron at hotels. Again, I dont know why.
Maybe I like hotels so much because, as you’ll soon hear in this song, I’m extremely lucky in that I almost never have to be alone. AND SO EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE I ENJOY BEING ALONE. And so when I’m in a city by myself gives me some alone time to walk around, listen to music, say “table for one please,” rent a Lime scooter, stay up late, and sleep in.
This was a fun, oddly specific assignment and I’m glad NCBC is back again. I wrote 5 songs at varying levels of completion before starting again and writing this one. The Logic file is named “motel_6.”
Total solitude is important and amazing, and I’m lucky I only experience it maybe once a year. The joys of solitude, suddenly brought back to earth by the joys of nonsolitude.
Speaking of solitude, and of the assignment, I’d had a nice little moment almost every single night for the past couple years letting Roo out before bed. It’s the last thing I do every night, and no matter the temp, I make sure that I stand with her outside while she (and I) pee. Pitch black, often completely silent, and serene. Sometimes I see shooting stars.
Never got that road trip
From the swamp into the Bay
I blame it all on covid
Although the trip was couple months before that day
Every single city now,
has got a river walk. They call it “urban renewal”
Maybe I’m just old fashioned
I like hotels that are run by Robert Rioul
I also like the ones that look like
something’s going on,
People hiding away
Or living lives that sound like Dylan songs
You can close the door and feel enforted
More than, even the door to my home base
In my tiny temporary, kind of scary space
Drivin out of Baton Rouge
Dying for some highway blues
Driving out of Baton Rouge
Tryna find some driving tunes
I’m making the most of it
I’m heading east on a moped
I might pick up smoking though
The crickets are croaking now
Life is easy in a sleazy little suite or bnb room
It’s kind of like a meditation
There’s weirdos at the waffle station
in between the transportation
Good and creepy isolation
Drivin out of Baton Rouge
Looking for that highway cruise
Pullin out of Baton Rouge
Looking for the highway blues
Bad and boujee?
Looking for feedback on
I made up the word “enforted” for this song. Makes sense though, right? Also, does the song-within-a-song that i'm driving to work?