Showing posts with label The Future Is Unwritten. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Future Is Unwritten. Show all posts

Friday, June 25, 2021

You might say it's just a case of giving up, no

Spontaneous welling-up upon really hearing--really listening to the lyrics of--this? I guess it means I really want to bring the wheels of time to stop. I still want to jump off, run past the wheels, and go back because back there, everything was so much easier, less living-in-the-head and more living. 

And that I think the time that stretched before, um, the last year was better. And the time before that, too. Or, maybe now is still a bit too raw, like the air after a storm, and new.


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Got no mass appeal.



Saturday, December 22, 2012

This is a public service announcement with guitar.

We need Joe Strummer, today and every day.

"Without people, you're nothing."



I am so grateful to my friend Robert for being such a huge fan (and therefore fellow sporter of white pants on many occasions) that he came down here for a Strummer/Mescaleros show at Metro and invited me along and that I dragged my broke arse to the show. I distinctly recall counting out enough cash on the Blue Line platform to get me in the door that night, get one beer, and not much else that weekend.