Man oh man, do I love Chad VanGaalen’s Soft Airplane.

This is music in its best form: not something you observe or receive, but a map that takes you somewhere.

For me, this album was like hearing Dark Side of the Moon again for the first time; the sound went so deep into my heart. The similarity between the two albums ends with how much I love them, so don’t expect a high-production psychadelic epic if you pick up your own copy of Soft Airplane, which you definitely should.

The lyrics in “Rabid Bits Of Time” really hit the mark. I’ve wondered sometimes whether I’ve been dead for years. Living day to day, dealing with inputs and outputs, sometimes makes me feel like I’m missing the big picture.

But “Rabid Bits Of Time” looks upward as well as inward. “No one knows where we go when we’re dead or when we’re dreaming.”

This one is best listened to with your eyes closed.

Sarah St. Catherine - Rabid Bits Of Time

Hi everybody! Happy Groundhog Day.

We were drinking red wine and listening to records over the weekend, and Scott put on the Best of Lou Reed.

I’d sort of forgotten about “Satellite Of Love” - it’s been years since I heard it, for whatever reason.

Such a great track; it ran through my mind all the next day. I didn’t realize until I picked up a guitar that my fingers were impatient to play it.

To download or listen to my take on “Satellite”, click here.

If you like it, tell a friend!

Peace.