all along

(both clips end kind of abruptly... a damn metaphor, for sure....)

That blog music club I try to catch nightly, my little try-to-put-it-down observance, can sometimes bum me out pretty badly for all it has done to help mellow me out. Last night was such a time. They had the Dave Matthews Band version up, and there aren't words to describe the negativity with which I received it. I was too appalled to click it off, as I usually do when I really don't like the selection. The human ego... if ego could be called "human" rightly, and it really can't... just never stops with the desecration and desiccation and decimation. It just never really does. What the fuck is up with someone turning something so close to so many hearts into such consummate shit? Shouldn't there be a law that music that has reached a certain stature cannot be covered by another artist for a hundred years? Maybe if I were dead the despicability of this would not be so complete.

I'm twice as old as he was when he died, and he still seems older than me to me.