Central Reservation

7 June 2013

Song by Beth Orton (here)

"Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress,

And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath; 

Stepping through brilliant shades,

All the color you bring,

This time, this time, this time,

Is whatever I want it to mean."

Gardening on a beautiful late spring day, dealing with drama in rl, and just trying to get away from it with some hard work and good tunes.  This version of the song is so lively and fun, so when it came up on my mp3, I knew that this had to be done. The act had planned was a bit indulgent of the difficult place I was in and I really did not want to go there.  It also had a space theme, and there had been a lot of space acts in the run, so I lost enthusiasm.

So I took off with Beth Orton, and it made me happy. In order to figure out this act I learned that a central reservation is actually what we Americans call a median strip.  For all the time that I have known and loved this song, I thought she was singing about an Indian reservation, silly me.

I had gone through many concepts for the song, before I decided to just go back to the source of the inspiration. Gardening on a brilliant late spring/early summer day. *smiles while playing in the sprinkler wearing my underwear* (Insert your own childhood flashback here.)