One of the things I think is going to happen with this restart is that a lot of songs are going to get fresh takes. Or at least looked at again with eyes that are a few years older. Notice I did not say wiser; the paradoxical thing about getting older is that you learn just how much it is you don’t know. Things that seemed so black and white, so life or death, when you were 20 just aren’t the same when you’re 50.
I first posted on this song back when Lou Reed died six years ago, and I still feel pretty much the same way. Rock & Roll is home in a way that not many other things are for me. Music in general is home. It’s been a sadder home for my the last few years, but it’s still mine. It’s where the misfits and the weirdos can find each other. And I’m one of the misfits and weirdos. I’ve never really been able to conform with expectations and norms. I’m not just a square peg in a round hole; I’m a Lincoln Log in roomful of Legos. And maybe in some ways that makes my life a little harder, but it makes me a hell of a lot happier than I would have been trying to fit in.
My life was saved by rock and roll.