TVD’s The Idelic Hour with Jon Sidel

Greetings from Laurel Canyon!

It’s just a rumor that was spread around town / Somebody said that someone got filled in / For saying that people get killed in / The results of their shipbuilding.

With all the will in the world / Diving for dear life / When we could be diving for pearls.

It’s just a rumor that was spread around town / A telegram for a picture postcard / Within weeks they’ll be reopening the shipyard / And notifying the next of kin / Once again.

It’s all we’re skilled in / We will be shipbuilding.

I believe there’s a certain internal seasonal timeclock one develops as a child. Growing up in New York City, summers were spent in what we “city slickers” called “the country.” Simply put, the country was anywhere outside the sweltering heat and humidity of the city. We were out for July 4th, and on Labor Day afternoon we’d drive back into the city.

With a deep breath I can almost smell Manhattan driving over the Triborough Bridge. In a matter of days we were back in blazers and ties and back in classrooms. There isn’t a Labor Day that my internal clock doesn’t reflect this past change of environments.

OK, Labor Day weekend 2020 is here. The kids have been in school online for 3 weeks. It’s tough, but much love, rest and relaxation to Jonah’s teachers—actually to all the teachers of LAUSD who are doing the best they can. Props to the LA Dodgers and Mid Valley Titans for keeping baseball alive for us.

September in this canyon is when summer just starts heating up. In years past I’d often grab a couple fishing trips at sea to cool down and chase tuna. This year boats don’t sound like a safe idea, so let’s brave the heat with a playlist of hot ships.

Stay safe, connected, compassionate—and vote no matter what.

The Idelic Single of the Week: Cut Worms – Every Once In A While

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