“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
– Edmund Burke

“Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy.”
– Richard Linklater

So who’s right?

You’re always going somewhere
I’m always staying still
You’re always talking loudly
I’m always staying hushed
You’re always smiling slightly
I’m always staying pissed
You’re always going forward
I’m always staying back

I’m in love again
I wasn’t looking and I just fell in
Now I’m covered in a fog

I’m getting back into the swing of things
It’s really just like last year or the one before
I’m yawning over speaking
Flying low to the ground

We’ll meet again
Don’t know where
Don’t know when
Don’t know if that’s even true
Cos god knows I never try
But sometimes things bend back
Like a moebius strip
And we’ll meet again

Oh by the lights
Like Firefly,
On a Saturday spring night.

RIP Wash

4. Being There – Wilco

This album could well be my favourite album, and if not that, then one of the most profound and inspiring music that has shaped my life.

The track that is most intrenched in me is The Lonely 1. Sure, might not be the best song on the album, but its’ my song. In it I imagine the spotlight over Jeff Tweedy, or maybe Jay Farrar, maybe Paul Westerberg, maybe Emmylou Harris, maybe Tim Rogers…or maybe myself.

The fantasy of this album is the rock ‘n’ roll dream. It’s so meat and potatoes in some places but it’s so fun. It’s an album of demos essentially, of guys just jamming, singing about touring, playing in a rock band, etc. The title is the key, as it’s taken from the Peter Sellers film about a simple minded gardener who can only talk in gardening terms, but can also impart the greatests truths.

And this album is so fun. Sprawling long double album, one song is on it twice, and you can barely make out a word on Dreamer In My Dreams. What deaf man mixed that track? Does it matter?

I’m glad I did it,
If only once
And took the time and got to know
The people I work with
Cos I never do.

It reminds me of
That Woody song
“I loved so many people
Everywhere I go
Sometimes too much
And others not enough”

And I’m glad I took the time
And I may never see you all again
And I’m getting all existentialist now
But no, I wouldn’t mind a photo