Sometimes, I wonder who I am and how I get here. The last few evenings, I have been listening to a CD my oldest brother made for me. An entire CD of Loudon Wainwright III music.
Mind you, I have had this stuff for well over two years now. But somehow, I just got around to listening...really listening...to it. I've listened to it before, but it didn't catch me then. It has now.
I think I know, now, that I am Loudon Wainwright III. I know, I know, that cannot be. But maybe it is. You see, I think I wrote all of his music. And I think I'm the one singing. I realize my voice is very different from his, but I must have been possessed when I made the album. Have you ever seen Loudon Wainwright at the same time you've seen me? I rest my case.
Seriously, the guy's music is absolutely outstanding. It's music I wish I had written. It is storytelling at its pinnacle. Would that I could do what he has done.
OK, so now you know. Loudon Wainwright III. Bob Dylan. Greg Brown. Leo Kottke. I'm a groupie, I guess. It's disgusting, but fun!
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Poor Leonard Cohen, to be abandoned so precipitiously, just when he was getting to be old and zen!
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