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Jun. 15th, 2005 08:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastgunslingerThere are a few songs on the recording of the Beatles that are fine, but Roland finds himself drawn to My Father's Face. Leo Kottke is a skilled guitar player, and his voice is close to that of an old groom whom Roland heard sing 'Everybody Lies' for the first time. My Father's Face doesn't cut close, as Bob Dylan does; and there is a warmth and precision there that Roland recognizes as that of a man who is fortunate enough to have his ka mandate that he do what he loves.
This isn't to say that Roland likes everything on the album, but it's fine enough -- fine enough to sit with the windows thrown open to the warm breeze and his chair turned so that he can prop his feet on the sill, smoking and thinking while Leo Kottke demands to know why some man cannot fix his car.
Cort hadn't stayed long.
Roland finds himself with the same desire as he had when he faced his father in the Dreaming: to tell Cort all that has passed, and to know if he has done as well as he might. Only -- can he do so? Moiraine had told him that he could assume that his meeting with his father had been no dream, and he told his father all, and no ill had come of it -- but Cort came from Gilead before the fall. And yet -- Cort's dealings with the Manni --
He exhales irritably; smoke drifts out the window and dissipates against the backdrop of the sunset. "An old man's megrims," he mutters. He doesn't truly need Cort's curt approval.
But --
He wants it. Craves it. Desires it.
Roland stubs out his cigarette and stands. If Moiraine is downstairs, he'll speak to her of it. Ask her counsel. It's almost time to go downstairs for the evening anyhow.
This isn't to say that Roland likes everything on the album, but it's fine enough -- fine enough to sit with the windows thrown open to the warm breeze and his chair turned so that he can prop his feet on the sill, smoking and thinking while Leo Kottke demands to know why some man cannot fix his car.
Cort hadn't stayed long.
Roland finds himself with the same desire as he had when he faced his father in the Dreaming: to tell Cort all that has passed, and to know if he has done as well as he might. Only -- can he do so? Moiraine had told him that he could assume that his meeting with his father had been no dream, and he told his father all, and no ill had come of it -- but Cort came from Gilead before the fall. And yet -- Cort's dealings with the Manni --
He exhales irritably; smoke drifts out the window and dissipates against the backdrop of the sunset. "An old man's megrims," he mutters. He doesn't truly need Cort's curt approval.
But --
He wants it. Craves it. Desires it.
Roland stubs out his cigarette and stands. If Moiraine is downstairs, he'll speak to her of it. Ask her counsel. It's almost time to go downstairs for the evening anyhow.
