Three different musicians have distracted me in recent weeks. I was in dire need of distraction – you know the way it goes sometimes. I used to get it with wine, drinking enough to take the edges off, enough to transport me to a softer, smoother place. I used to get it by stuffing my face with comforting, greasy food, the kind I ate as a child the day my father was buried. I used to escape by bingeing on reality television. The truth is I still do that. It’s not realistic to shake every single one of your vices. You’d be viceless, which is only one letter away from voiceless, and we can’t be having that.
I’d been thinking maybe too much about death and dying. I’d been wondering whether that was healthy or unhealthy or a little bit of both.
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