Today, Wilco's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot turned 10 years old and one of my good friends died and left this world.
Cancer is an awful thing. When it can take a towering inferno of a man in the fleeting breath of a moment and rob a good family and host of friends of his considerable love and unceasing lust for life.
The intolerable sadness and infallible nostalgia I personally associate with that album can't help but dig it's fingernails a little more into my day and make me shudder at the synchronicity. Even if it is inside my own experience. It's my unique narrative and it makes me sad and thankful all in the same sweep.
Things we love often meet up in unexpected ways. Even in unwelcome ways. But that is the bittersweet poem we read as a voyager in all of this. We are all connected in some way. I still believe that. I am sad today. But I am hopeful too.
My friend died in an honorable way, like a true man, and Jeff Tweedy will have died written Jesus Etc. Lives well lived.
Everyone truly is a burning sun.
You can come by anytime you want. I still believe that.
Videbo te iterum.
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