Dec 032019
 

I was at East Portland Coffee Roasters café, having a late-night dish of chocolate-peanut butter ice cream and a dark chocolate medallion and reading THE SUN magazine which featured an interview with Bill McKibben and an excerpt from his latest book Falter which described the inexorable changes that are to come as the spaces fit for human habitation on this planet steadily shrink over the decades to come and some days will be so hot in various population centers that just the heat alone will kill people, as it has begun to do already, and the jellyfish will proliferate in the warming oceans, and … well, the café was playing some Spotify station that featured 60s and 70s classic rock and the woman who was staffing the café is only 35 but she was rocking out to “Stairway to Heaven” and “The Weight” and “Can’t You See?” (by Marshall Tucker Band) and “Me and Bobby McGee” (Janis version of course) and “The Chain” (Fleetwood  Mac) and though I was sitting there reading about this crisis we’re all in, this impending horror, this massive change to come, this certainty of food and water scarcity in the world to come, this certainty of something I don’t really want to live to see (and I’m so sorry I didn’t stop it for everyone who’s younger than me), I was simultaneously moving my body back and forth, kind of rocking out in my chair and putting on a harmony to some of the song lyrics playing over the café speaker system, and before I left I had to ask the woman how she knew all this music that was from my time, not hers, and did she really love it? And ohhh she  loves it, she knows all of it, she grew up with it, and we agreed that music is by far our deepest pleasure, better than sex or food.

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