Trying, failing, trying to point myself in some kind of direction.
I think I need music. Yeah, I need my music.
Ach, I don’t know if I need music, but not listening to music hasn’t worked, so why not, why not.
Tonight: 10,000 Maniacs, U2, Mojave 3.
The 10,000 Maniacs cd is, well, first off, I hear it as an album: when “Peace Train” comes on I think, B-side. Anyway, it’s a bit dicey, because of all the music I listened to when I was on the psych ward, I remember this one. Don’t know why.
I’ve listened to it plenty since then—I was in a short time a long time ago—but I hear the first notes of “What’s the Matter Here?” and bam, there I am, in that chair, facing the window.
But I don’t stay there. And tonight, listening to In My Tribe, I think, Jesus Christ, this was a best-seller? Not because it’s not a great pop album—it is!—but what kind of pop album goes double-platinum with songs about child abuse, alcoholism, depression, illiteracy (illiteracy?!), and homelessness. And, oh, yeah, a song ripping on a brother for joining the military.
Man, the late ’80s were weird.
Still, this song makes me grin every time I hear it: