I just don’t play the game well anymore
is a day without a cheesesteak even a day
are we the waiting
a row of houses slowly disappears
down two lane roads
expanded to four
across from farm fields
grown into big box deals
But taxes don’t subside
No more darkness on the edge if town
To slow the time
To breathe and hide
Closure is a word for people who have never really suffered. There’s no such thing. Just try to “manage” your loss. Put it in perspective.
— tim hoch
Lose your script. Let someone else star once in awhile. Welcome new characters. Embrace plot twists.
— tim hoch
This is the full album before it was “mixed” for release. It is raw. It is pure. The poetry of Chris’ lyrics are more legible. The tones are what we were listening to in the studio. The actual release mystified people. It never represented the recording. It never represented the genius of where Chris could, and did, take the blues and rock paradigms. The album is one of rock’s Greatest Misses.
There are some alternate versions, and a different sequence. Mostly I am posting this because of the decades of conversation with Whitley fans who don’t enjoy the album. How can you convince someone that “really, it’s a milestone and a classic” when the only thing they have heard is a watered down commercial release that has little to do with the actual work that was done? I hope this spurs conversation about this classic!
Music is listless
books no longer burn me bright
In the night