I was driving this morning and thinking about how much I love Jeff Tweedy. I wondered, seriously, if my life would be the same without him. No kidding. And I started thinking about how subjective music can be. How deeply you can offend someone with your tastes or insult their own. And how humorless people can be about it. Music, painting and decorating so much of our lives, is fraught with opinions, memories and feelings that only we can understand. Maybe it's time I got some off my chest........ Jeff Tweedy was maybe singing about getting over addiction. All I know is Sky Blue Sky got me through my divorce and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and The Whole Love made me feel real again. I feel like I owe him something for that. I really do. Joe Strummer makes me want to revolt from ever working again and also a little sad that I know deep down that I can't. It's almost like I know that Joe would be disappointed in me, ...
I've got a lot of thoughts.....I've got a lot of plans