Summit Up 6-1-10: Direct from Monkey Mountain
Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that’s still trying to come down off the weekend. Holy cow, what a show by the weather, eh? We can remember plenty of years in the past where it snowed or was otherwise something other than pleasant. Not this Mem-Day Weekend, though – it was awesome. We can’t remember ever seeing skies that blue before, and the rivers were running like crazy making that very cool sound that running waters do. On Monday, you could’ve spotted us easily in the park, with a hot dog in one hand, a beer in the other, mustard on our face, mud on our hikers and all kinds of patriotic fervor burning in our heart.
But now it’s back to the drudgery of working life here on Tuesday. Before you know it, though, the Fourth of July will be at our doorsteps, and we’ll be fired up to do it all over again.
So, in addition to the passing of Gary Coleman, we had to mourn the death of Dennis Hopper over the weekend. He was 74. Dennis was well known for films ranging from Easy Rider to Speed – with the occasional commercial thrown in there – but we have to say one of his most memorable performances for us was in the song Fire Coming Out of the Monkey’s Head by Gorillaz. In the song, Dennis narrates a story about the Happy Folk of Monkey Mountain who are accosted by “strange folk” who just want to dig jewels out of the mountain. It’s all set to a very fat, groovy beat and it’s one of the coolest, weirdest songs you’ll ever hear. We suggest if you haven’t heard it, you give it a listen. It’s on the Demon Days album. We’ll put the lyrice on this column online at http://www.summitdaily.com if you’re curious.
As for Gary Coleman, well, alls we know is he was on some 1970s sitcom we never saw. But we’re sorry he only made it to 42.
So we hit the Island Grill in Frisco Friday for opening day and it was quite a party. With the Tiki Bar also open at the Dillon Marina, summer is officially here! One more week at A-Basin though, so check it out. Gotta run …
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them: they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth of the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead,
the dance of the dead
In time, Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their soul…
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