1. Comment left on The Weakerthans’ Myspace page:
I just wanted to say that I appreciate the time and thought you put into your lyrics: I feel it is that, above all, which creates the “honest” sound you’re looking for.
What is really wonderful is how I’m growing older with your work, and how it means more to me to each time I listen. Most bands make stuff for angsty teens and young adults that doesn’t deal with the issue of how to get beyond pain, but rather rejoices in “pain” as a mark of “being in love” which, in turn, makes one some sort of moral authority.
But every time I’m going through “Aside,” for example, I just keep realizing that pain is pain, sometimes stemming from the efforts needed to get over a relationship, and I would very much like the support of a cat named Virtue to help me let my losses dangle, and let me talk about how the weather used to be. And I hope.
2. We demand the wrong thing from communication: what we want is to merely speak, and our will be done.
We’re human, not God – not only is that not our place, but we wouldn’t enjoy getting our way so easily after the 300th time we tried it in 5 minutes.
I want too much too quickly: I just feel I’ve been too patient before, and left with nothing but dust. Sometimes, even less: would-be relationships have been more pain in some cases than actual ones.
And so I probably said the wrong thing. Or maybe I didn’t. I don’t know anymore. I just want to be me.
I just want to be happy.
The words I keep telling myself are that “mistakes happen, and when things matter, the mistakes don’t count.” I hope they’re true.
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