So there was a time when I was terrible, just an awful human being. My make-believe world tried to, and almost succeeded, crush my real world. I was up north, loitering in train stations to keep warm when I couldn't afford a motel room and my wife and kids were down south, trying to keep me at bay. I had a job, my notebooks and a 💿 player with burned discs from the library. 1/
This recent buzz over the Fast Car cover had reminded me of how much Tracy Chapman music meant to me at that time. I had maybe five CDs in my 🎒 one of which was her greatest hits. Some songs, though, hit hard and if so over till it was midnight and my thoughts were more introspective. 2/
Thinking back now it's amazing I'm here and we'll be hitting 31yrs. As Jason Isbell says "it gets easier but it never gets easy" 4/
If i felt particularly I'd listen to Telling Stories and imagine that's what my wife thought of our relationship, them I'd hear The Promise and think that's what I'd like to say to her but after all, i thought she'd call out my bs. In the end I'd really send Blue October's Hate Me because that would have been best for her but i didn't want the pity. 3/