"...It's hard to tell the night time from the day.
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?"
I was moved last week when Bowie died, a genius was taken from us too early. But I cried today. I do not like feeling feelings. I always preferred to numb them. I was good at that, and I miss it. When I was a practicing alcoholic living alone in Nags Head, NC in the 80's sometimes I would listen to the Eagle's, "Desperado" alone late at night. Numb or not, tears would roll down my face and I lit another cigarette and opened another Miller Lite, and another, and another.
When those who wrote the soundtracks of our lives die, it can feel like a part of us dies too. That's how it feels to me (feelings again). I am grateful that there was a Glenn Frey and that he wrote such wonderful, incredible songs. But to be honest (and genuine), I am not feeling very fucking grateful right now.
I've never tried to put YouTube videos in the blog before. There are two links below that go to good versions of those songs. Thanks, Glenn...
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?"
I was moved last week when Bowie died, a genius was taken from us too early. But I cried today. I do not like feeling feelings. I always preferred to numb them. I was good at that, and I miss it. When I was a practicing alcoholic living alone in Nags Head, NC in the 80's sometimes I would listen to the Eagle's, "Desperado" alone late at night. Numb or not, tears would roll down my face and I lit another cigarette and opened another Miller Lite, and another, and another.
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| The living room of my cottage in Nags Head, sometime in the early 1980's I reckon. |
I've never tried to put YouTube videos in the blog before. There are two links below that go to good versions of those songs. Thanks, Glenn...