It’s like the term “flesh wound.” Right? You can say “It’s only a flesh wound” in order to express to someone that they won’t in fact die, but a flesh wound can cause you to lose one or all limbs and it’s still technically a flesh wound. And then there you are with no arms and no legs, saying “People say this is just a flesh wound… Fuck these people. I have to be carried from room to room and I don’t like it. It’s terrible. I remember when I had arms and legs and it was awesome. Now I don’t have them and it’s bad. I do the best I can without them and I try to be hopeful every day, but at the same time, where are my legs?”
It’s the same with me and break-up songs. People go, “oh. It’s a break-up song.” Yes, oh yes, it’s a song about a person for whom everything has just now collapsed, just now. And that for me remains a compelling subject, always
Is that a puppy or is it just cute?
Me and a crawfish (ft. my coworker’s hand/forearm) at a photo booth today.
Can you see the familial resemblance? (Prawn and crawfish are both crustaceans.)
The Real Heroes - "The French Song" - Greetings from Russia (2004)
I miss this band. Hard to believe this album was ten years ago…
Q:what about John?
I immediately think of John Darnielle (the Mountain Goats) and John Vanderslice. Both have music that have helped me through a lot and/or that I can really relate to.
JD was kind enough to write my favorite song title down in his handwriting so that I could get a tattoo relating to that song with his handwriting, just as long as I promised to show him a picture of it afterward. I did and he liked it. I am going to see The Mountain Goats again in June, so I can show it to him in person this time.
I have played on stage with JV— even though I am not a musician. I played a moo-cow toy. That was crazy and I’m not sure people believe me, even though I have pictures (which I don’t like to show because of how big I was then— I’m still big now, but less big than that). The most recent time he came through Austin was magical. At the show he told a story about how he sometimes unplugs the ice maker at motels (if he gets a room by it) and how he recently forgot to plug one back in before he left. He also told me, “Heather— and I really mean this— I love you.” I love him too because he’s so awesome and he has made so much music that speaks to me. (Platonic musician/fan love, you guys.) Even still, at first I thought he was about to launch into singing "The Viper (Found a Good Place for My Love)" by Genuine Leather (because why else would anyone be saying “I love you” in front of me?) and I almost replied “IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY/IT ONLY MATTERS HOW YOU FEEL!”
On my deathbed, when asked about my regrets, I will say “Not yelling a Genuine Leather lyric at John Vanderslice after he told me ‘I love you.’”