Falling Water

Recently I was booked to do a corporate gig in Pennsylvania about an hour and a half north of Pittsburg. I was getting in the Friday night before the show and was going to grab a bite in Pittsburg before the drive. I love checking out food and booze indifferent cities just to see what food is popping off outside of Los Angeles. I kind of hate yelp but it’s the best place to find great restaurants in a city you don’t know, so I scoped it out and made a list of spots and narrowed it down based on time, and distance from the airport and where I needed to go. On my layover I was looking for a magazine and picked up an Esquire mag. I don’t normally read Esquire but after hosting Best bars in America for them every now and then I’ll check one out. I open it up and BOOM! “What to do in Pittsburg?” I buy the magazine, find my restaurant, not mentioned on yelp, and hop on my flight. After an amazing vegan dinner, I’m not vegan and I didn’t know this spot was vegan, I head out for the resort where the show was going to be. I splurged on my rental and grabbed a Benz, cause why not right? I hooked up my tunes, dropped the windows, floored the gas and sang all the way to my exit. The resort was kind of in the country so it was about 30 minutes from the exit and I loved the drive. When I was about 20 minutes from the resort I saw a sign for “Falling Water” and I freaked the hell out! Some of you may be saying, what the hell is Falling Water? I get it. It’s a house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright and I absolutely love this guys work. He had an amazing style and his attitude towards life in general was “full tilt”, dare I say, “Lynchian” I got to the hotel, checked in, got to my room, brushed my teeth, got in bed and pulled up “Falling Water” on my phone. Not sure I fell asleep.

The next morning I was set to golf with the guy who put the show on and a couple of his top salesman. The resort had two PGA courses designed by Pete Dye, who some might say is somewhat “Frank Lloyd Wrightish”. I love golf, especially free PGA golf, and was stoked to play but I couldn’t stop thinking about Falling Water. The course was beautiful and I played well but I kept checking my phone to make sure I could get to Falling water for the last tour of the day at 4:00. On 17 I broke my rib hitting out of a sand trap, bogeyed the hole and bogeyed 18 for an 84, not bad but we were playing from the whites. As soon as we finished I thanked the guys, dropped my clubs and hopped in my Benz for Falling Water. I got there with time to spare and breathed a breath of fresh air.

The next hour of my life was hands down one of the most relaxing, inspirational, awe inspiring, grounding and uplifting hours of my life. I know that must be weird to hear someone speak that way about a building but it is absolutely amazing. I mean, it’s built over a waterfall! Did you read that? It’s BULT OVER A WATERFALL!!! I have always liked architecture but I wasn’t super hip to FLW until I had a roommate who’s Grandfather worked with FLW. I had learned that when he was building Falling Water he didn’t move trees or rocks, he either built around them or incorporated them into the house! In fact in the living room there is a giant stone that protrudes into the floor because FLW didn’t want to move it. Anyway, I parked in the lot, checked in at the visitors center and found my group. The walk to the house is beautiful in itself. You go down this winding hill through woods and along a long path next to a field. The house completely secluded from anything besides nature. FLW loved to connect the outside with his homes. All of the floors in the house were quarried from the surrounding area. As we came around the corner to where the house was I could hear the waterfall and I picked up my pace as I was full of excitement.

I turned the corner and there she was! Standing proud as if to say, “Here I am”. You know when I knew I was going to write this post I thought I would overflow with words but as I am sitting here I realize that I don’t. When I saw the house I almost cried. It’s that amazing! It’s like the world grew around it and it just rose up out of the ground. The house was alive in front of me. (I recently went to the Holly Hock house in Los Angeles and it felt kind of human too, as if it would start talking at some point.) I couldn’t say anything, I just stood there and took deep breaths. I’ve always loved the idea of being somewhere that someone else once was. Knowing that at one point FLW stood maybe where I was standing and imaging what his brain was thinking. It wasn’t just me, everyone around me just stared at it and took it in. You know how some times you know a moment is only going to be there for a short time and you try to do everything you can to let it absorb into your soul? That’s what this was like. The docent started talking and I listened, I was there with the house but I wanted to learn as much as I could. Unfortunately I don’t remember much. In fact most of what I would have remembered would just make me seem cool at parties. 

But what I did remember was how every room I walked into I started to laugh because I just couldn’t take how dope that house was. I remember the way the glass door from the living room to the steps that led down to the water opened. I remember how short the wall on the decks were. I remember how he made corner windows open as if that was something that every house had at the time, or at any time ever. I have been in thousands of homes and never seen that! I’ll remember how there was a fireplace in every room. There are the basic things you remember like the house was budgeted for $30,000 and he ended up spending $90,000. I’ll remember the pictures of what other houses at the time looked like and how Falling water still looks like it’s from the future. And I’ll remember that the owners that commissioned the house wanted to look at the waterfall not live above it. And I’ll remember that Frank Lloyd Wright was like, “Nah son, you gonna live over this waterfall!”  But most of all I will remember that some things in life aren’t meant to be remembered, they’re meant to be experienced. And some things in life are so amazing that you go out of your way for them, you set time aside for them, you sacrifice for them, you stop the craziness of the world around you and let it soak into your soul because remembering the experience is far less important than the nourishment of that moment. Nourishment that your soul will live off until you find the next thing in life that moves you. And from that I will not only remember to find things that move me, but also know that it’s important to make things that move others. I guess all I wanted to say here was, “GO SEE FALLING WATER!!!”

 
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