Misery lurks at every corner I turn. I piss on blind optimism. This recession's going to be shit.
This week I received a Les Paul compilation. His work with Mary Ford far outshines his earlier collaborations with the likes of Bing Crosby and Kay Starr. Les's multi-tracking techniques make for wonderfully spooky sounds. And when Mary sings the following Jimmie Davis lyric, the miserable me knows just what she means...
I wish I had never seen sunshine
I wish I had never been blue
I wish I had died as a baby
And then I'd have never known you
The first three lines, anyway. The whole chorus could apply to a few people I've met in my life but not anybody I've loved.
Existential poet and Portsmouth manager Tony Adams is another who thinks deeply, too deeply for his own mental welfare. Watching the Sky highlights of the West Ham v Portsmouth goalless draw this morning, the hapless, depressed players going through the motions in front of advertising hoardings that shout TACKLE BOWEL CANCER, I hear the commentator, John Anderson, say the following...
"Tony Adams admitted that he is a loner who doesn't really like people and would be happy to walk his dogs, never see anyone and then die. Which is a fairly gloomy prognosis in anyone's book, but that's what he said. Let's hope he doesn't mean it."
Maybe Tony would like to be eaten by his own dogs, on lonely windswept wasteland.
Life is all about survival of the fittest, after all.
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