4/2/2025: Under the Weather
I have a cold setting in today. Waking up with a tell-tale tough-to-swallow lump in my throat, I had hoped for a fluke, but it grew wings as the day wore on. Still managed to run, and still managed to sit here and do this.
Will be seeing Matt Berninger twice in a 3-day time frame in May. First in New York, then Connecticut. “Bonnet of Pins”, the first song off his not yet released album Get Sunk, has been a companion as the seasons change. The lyrics are in perfect Berninger fashion — subtle, suggestive, to be strewn any number of ways by the ear that hears them.
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I thought I’d find you much quicker than this \ You must have thought I didn’t exist \ poor you \ I do
The bridge (which, gleefully, I’ve already memorized) is even better:
Take the stairs to the bottom where the lights are out \ And I’ll be there with a lighter and a Nabokov cocktail \ Forget the questionnaires and the oral histories \ I don’t care how many times you almost said you missed me \ It’s a cup shell trick game, it’s a puff of smoke \ And it gets me every time, it’s a pretty good joke \ I know that you miss me, I know that you miss me \ This stuff takes a lifetime
Words to keep you warm.
