On the back of my last post, I felt like I should mention artist number 2: Owen aka Matt Kinsella out of Chicago. On a misty night in Madison I went to see a show of his in, essentially, a basement venue on the UW campus. I’m not sure it ever really got resurrected after a big redesign and renovation of the student union building but as it was, I stumbled upon the info about this show. I don’t even remotely remember how. At the time, much like now, I was in a phase of full-on depression and alcoholism.
Wisconsin was not the place to go if I had planned to stay sober in this period but, as the famous Vonnegut refrain says, “so it goes…”
Anyway, I found myself enlivened by the sardonic, sarcastic, and downbeat wit of Kineslla whom I was familiar with from some of his previous projects. His solo acoustic (mainly) project featured amazing guitar playing that, as a “musician”, I appreciated even more beyond the connection I felt at that time with his lyrics.
As I battle through this latest phase of massive depression and alcoholism I found myself returning to this music. One song, in particular, I strongly felt connected with my situation with that ex was “Bird in Hand” partly because the relationship I had left for this other person was one that I entered into fully intending to, one day, marry them. Looking back, this was beyond naive.
However, now that it happened with “the one” (or more appropriately “the final one”) I find this song in a new context and yet what I felt and believed about myself when I sang along with this the first time applies even more now than it did then. If anything, I wish we could redo that moment clearer in who we are, what we want, and what we need. I would give anything to put that “suit” back on…
Instead, I think, we are both worse off and, basically, alcoholics trying to “live”.
These photos were taken, roughly, fifteen minutes apart. Que sera, sera.