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Happy Holidays,Victor,
Haven't been on site for some time,Been real busy.Lots of projects in fire.Postponed ENRIQUE'S anniversay for 2008 that is the 50th the big one.
49 is grieving Enrique's timely passing.
I'll be In touch,
HPV
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Originally Posted by SSB

"Electrolite" is the final track on R.E.M.'s 1996 CD "New Adventures in Hi-Fi," a song distinguished for its lyricism on an album marked by a more rocking sound. Here are all the pop hooks: a whisk on the drums, a banjo and Stipe's familiar narrative style.

If you ever want to fly.

Mulholland Drive.

Up in the sky.

Stand on a cliff and look down there.

Don't be scared.

.You are alive.

Stipe says he associates the sight of the city from on high with "a blanket of stars or those bizarre sea creatures that light up when you stir up the water."

"Mulholland is the place in films where you get a distance and the awe, of the city built on dreams and fantasy," says Stipe, adding, "far away enough to not smell it but to marvel at its intensity and sheer audacity."


ALMOST two miles past the Sepulveda Pass, Mulholland hits Encino Hills Drive, makes a sharp left and turns to dirt. The clearance on the Corvette is low, so Guldstrand turns around, sheathing the car in a cloud of sweet smelling dust. Just as fast, it blows off.

As he passes the racer's landmarks on the way home, it becomes clear how easily Mulholland can enter the bloodstream of those who take the time to learn its grades, its goofiness and curves.

To get out of your car and to stand in the middle of the road on the double yellow line is to feel the heat of the pavement, the enticement of speed, and at the end of the day, as the sun pours its hazy beams through the canyons and tree-lined ridges to the west, you feel the sway of the road long after you've left it.