This weekend I am compelled to some kind of musical acknowledgment for the strife of an old friend from NYU/NYC.
Having cut off her nose to spite her face, my friend is currently stuck in Phoenix with a great job, but no real friends or lovers, and no one of like mind (or even right mind), to surround her when she needs companionship. In her words, “I am going crazy here” and “this life sucks”.
With the full understanding that there are two kinds of people in the world: those who like Neil Diamond and those who don’t, and not really caring which one of those categories you fit into, I want to honor her situation with a song that’s been called an epic of existential despair (prehistoric EMO). A song written by (plausibly), and despite the Liberace-esque attire, one of the greatest songwriters of all time, or at least the most enduring. I give you the oft parodied I Am I Said.
T my friend, this too will pass, as All things must, (George Harrison).
peace
