On the highway
24 January 2009
When I was writing “Dangerous Space,” I listened to songs I thought Mars and the band would like, and — especially — songs that Duncan Black might write and sing.
Here’s one: Audioslave, “I Am the Highway.”
It’s a song about relationship: for me, it’s the relationship between who I am in the everyday world, and who I am when I write.
I love my days and nights. They are sometimes tedious, sometimes very hard, often joyful. Nicola is here. People read my stories, and sometimes the stories come to life inside them. A bad day in my life is a bad day, but it’s my life and I love living it.
But here I am limited. Here sometimes I am so much less than I am. I don’t think I’m unusual that way, but that doesn’t really help (grin). I don’t like being less brave, less clear, less ready to throw my head back or throw my arms around someone, less generous, less passionately engaged… I love Nicola and my family and friends, I love this beautiful world so much, but I am not always happy about being tied to reality.
When I write, I am everything. And for those moments it is real, even if I cannot bring it with me into the real world.
I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky
I am not your blowing wind
I am the lightning
I am not your autumn moon
I am the night
I love being everything.
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4 Responses to “On the highway”





Oh are you ever right. Desire and aspiration are everything, but we always seem to come up a little bit short in real life. On the other hand, I can’t imagine being always contentented with my life, no matter how good it is. I am so glad you love to write and create the worlds you can’t quite have.
So very beautifully but. “I am the sky”.
Whoops. I meant to say “so beautifully PUT”, not ‘but’. Eesh. Sorry ’bout that. It truly is beautiful what you have spoken. Reality can hinder us so much sometimes.
Wow, this song does fit. I don’t think I’ve ever heard it before.
“Here sometimes I am so much less than I am. I donât think Iâm unusual that way, but that doesnât really help (grin).” Yeah, I’m with you on both counts there. I mean, it’s nice to know that you feel that way too, but it doesn’t make me feel it (the not liking it) any less.
And this, “When I write, I am everything. And for those moments it is real…”
Thanks for putting that into words.