Author: Jody Whitesides

A couple of years ago I was visiting home during the holidays. I ended up running into an old friend who invited me out to yet another person’s house for an evening of drinking and music. I said sure, what the hell. That night I was introduced to a musician who also grew up in the Park City, but whom I had never met as she was several years younger. Her name was and still is Alexa Wilkinson. We started exchanging songs in a bit of a song circle type of thing. I admired her playing, she admired mine. That was the extent of the evening. She’d been living on the east coast – actually still there, though is now a gourmet chef. She gave me a copy of her CD and I always enjoy when it comes on my iTunes or through my streaming server when I’m out and about. I suppose I’m waxing rhapsodic as the music event I’ve been planning for Park City (a 9 day music event with over 100 bands) got it’s permits the other night and is now a go! At a time of year where we probably get a little Vanilla Rain. June 2014.

Vanilla Rain

Never been so let go
Never been so composed
From my fingers to my toes
I’m callin’ out
Never been so advised
And finally realized
From the tele to my room
I feel it too

Spin me round like a child
I need some to be satisfied
My arms are open wide

Cause I miss you on a Sunday
Just smiled cause things are going our way
Your suitcase gets bigger every time
Will I ever sleep tonight
Now you’re mine

You were a surprise
Like vanilla rain from the sky
From the ocean to my room
I feel it too

Kiss me like the first time
I need some to be satisfied
My arms are open wide

Cause I miss you on a Sunday
Just smiled cause things are going our way
Your suitcase gets bigger every time
Will I ever sleep tonight
Now you’re mine

Lying right down next to you
The sun is rising soon though
We both could use some sleep before the dawn
All the things I could do without
The only thing I doubt ‘s your
Company in the middle of the night

Cause I miss you on a Sunday
Just smiled cause things are going our way
Your suitcase gets bigger every time
Will I ever sleep tonight
Now you’re mine
Cause I miss you on a Sunday
Just smiled cause things are going our way
Your suitcase gets bigger every time
Will I ever sleep tonight
Now you’re mine

Being the product of wannabe hippies I got to listen to a lot of old school classic rock from an era long before me. One of the tunes I can remember my dad blasting in the van while driving me around was “Go Your Own Way” by Fleetwood Mac. So listening to the song right now as I’m typing this I can envision driving around some city (I don’t remember where it was) but he was looking for a skatepark to take me too so we could skateboard. See, that’s how cool my father was – he took me skateboarding and he skateboarded himself. Pretty wild. Maybe the vibe of the lyrics really rubbed off on me because I do tend to go my own way. Don’t you?

Go Your Own Way

Loving you
Is it the right thing to do?
How can I ever change things
That I feel?

If I could
Maybe I’d give you my world
How can I
When you won’t take it from me

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
Go your own way

Tell me why
Everything turned around
Packing up
Shacking up’s all you wanna do

If I could
Baby I’d give you my world
Open up
Everything’s waiting for you

You can go your own way
Go your own way
You can call it
Another lonely day
You can go your own way
go your own way

(Chorus)

You can go your own way…
Call it another lonely day…
you can go your own way…

Enjoy!

p.s. – no Tony Alva is not my dad. It’s just a cool pic from a fun documentary.