Satellite
I spend around an hour and half every day in my car, driving back and forth to work. I listen to the radio* all the time. I have a lot of random lyrics stuck in my head.
Sometimes those lyrics pop up when I am not expecting them. Like when I saw this house and its four satellite dishes, and there was Dave Matthews in my head, singing:
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who’s the king of your Satellite Castle?
If you want this song in YOUR head (and who wouldn’t want that, really?), here’s a handy link.
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
*This is neither here nor there (probably), but I listen to satellite radio.
Posted on January 30, 2014, in Photography and tagged 365 photo project, abandoned buildings, architecture, dave matthews band, melinda green harvey, one day one image, photography, satellite, slaton, slaton texas, texas. Bookmark the permalink. 26 Comments.
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Is there anybody out there? One-two-three on the satellite radio?
Big daddy on the air, are you listenin’ to me? On the satellite radio
At the galaxy’s end where the stars burn bright, are you tunin’ in and turnin’ on?
Is there anybody listenin’ to earth tonight on the satellite radio?
Listen to the radio
Steve Earle
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I actually HEARD THAT SONG on the (satellite) radio on my way to work just now……
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That’s because I’m psychic 😉
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See, I was thinking that Steve Earle was psychic – so thanks for the clarification.
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Nope. I’m the one. And that’s…..the Truth 😉
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Good to know!!
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I think this is SETI headquarters in Texas. It’s the most plausible answer I can come up with.
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That does make about as much sense as anything else…
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Now that’s a LOT of dishes!
Great find, Melinda.
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Thanks, Lisa. I’d originally stopped to photograph a different building on the same block, but as soon as I spotted these dishes, I knew THEY were what needed photographed.
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I get the feeling whoever lived here didn’t do a lot other than watch TV. I’m immediately reminded of lines from Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’. The track is ‘Nobody Home’. It starts:
I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
….and goes on to…
….Got thirteen channels of s**t on the TV to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve got second sight
I’ve got amazing powers of observation
Now, I’ve created a problem because it’s just past 11pm here in the UK as I write and I’m now going to be going to bed with The Wall’s songs in my head and I’ll be singing them all night (not out loud thankfully for the wife)!
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There are certainly worse things to have in your head than Pink Floyd!
I frequently have trouble sleeping after going to concerts because of all the music that’s lodged in my head.
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I know that feeling well. I saw ‘The Wall’ live in London twice – that was an experience you don’t forget in a hurry. An amazing performance.
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I would have liked to see “The Wall”….
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It was the best rock concert I’ve ever seen, Gerald Scarfe’s graphics were astonishing. I would have to say though that for pure musical virtuosity Santana, live at the Royal Albert Hall in London, came a very close second.
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The loudest show I ever saw was The Who, in 1975. It was close to the 1980s before my hearing was restored….
I am a huge fan of Canadian musician Bruce Cockburn – I like his thought-provoking lyrics and he is an excellent guitarist – and try to catch one of his shows every time he’s on tour.
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Alright, I’ll throw in my 2 cents: I see this and I just think a paranoid recluse lives/used to live here. Love the abandoned photos, I used to love wandering around Texas with eyes wide open, just very much enjoyable just to look. Can’t find that feeling in many other places.
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The house DOES have the feel of being someplace a recluse would live! I usually make a point of walking all the way around places like this, to see what’s in back, but there was something about this place that made me think walking around might not be a good idea.
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I totally agree – a refuge. Sattelite Castle is a perfect description – one of those fortifications to keep out the uncontrollable world (you know, the parts that don’t go away with the click of a remote.)
I suspect you might not have looked around back, but it would not be surprising to hear there were a few more dishes.
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Actual fact: there WAS another satellite dish! It was mounted on a pole in the ground, and just visible at the back corner of the house.
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Ha! Sentry posted out back.
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I think it turned as I walked down the street, like it was following me….
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Nice photo!
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Thanks, Mark. A train was blocking my usual route into town, so I wandered around until I could find an alternate way – and that’s how I found this place. I am glad the train was there….
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This is a peach, Melinda! And all the comments about being connected, one way or another–not sure if you’re up to a 1,000 words yet, but thought provoking nonetheless.
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Thanks, John. It is interesting to see the comments that different posts inspire; I am lucky to have blog followers who like to jump in with their comments.
At an art show recently, a woman who follows this blog (but who never comments) said, “Your commenters are very….engaged.” I said, “You can comment any time.” She gave me a funny side-eye look and drifted away to get more wine. There’s a chance that when she said “engaged” she meant “scary”!
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