Let me explain. The last couple days I've been out in the Three Sisters Wilderness in Oregon--AND AWAY FROM THE INTERNET!--backpack camping and mountain hiking with my dad. Real wholesome, father-son bonding, you-can-do-your-homework-in-the-boat sort of stuff. Dehydrated food, iodine tablets for drinking water, no iPod chargers like ANYWHERE. So, like in caveman times, I was stuck with whatever dumb songs got stuck in my head at any given moment. The only other one I remember specifically right now, and this should balance my cred back from the above Vanessa Williams number I hope, was Alias ft. Why?'s "Well Water Black." Something about the wind roaring and the vast open spaces above the mountaintops and the usual existential dread. Come to think of it, I may have also had some Microphones songs in the mix there, too. "Wind," etc.
Anyway, so: we're hiking back down from the South Sister summit--where at 10,000 feet you will still find bros shotgunning beer and girls doing the "Charlie's Angel" pose for photographs but all of them making "the gun" (there was also a walkie-talkie and some other thing, people--a telescope maybe?)--and I'm thinking about how the meal I cleverly saved our best meal for last: a can of chili and the freeze-dried "fajita filling" pouch. The camp stove ran out of gas halfway through cooking the chili, though, and then something else got stuck in my head. But, REALLY.