But I love this. We did this thing this week where we asked people to tell us what they would do with their last five hours, just in case the Hadron Collider did in fact bring about instant oblivion. There was a really strange sense that came from what people wrote. I don’t want to take it all too seriously, but there was an amused serenity about the last things they wanted to do. And I wondered if that was something you might find individually in the face of a quiet little death, or if it was a function of this collective anticipation … if us all going down together made it somehow easier to navigate.
Poor Warren. He just got fucked up. This is the song he wrote when they told him he had cancer. Cool riff.
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I’m so glad you’re blogging at last Mr Green. But why did you hate Warren Zevon…
Well, I always thought him a tad cheesy. Is there a third e in cheesy? Anyway, death became him.
Actually, this song comes from Life’ll Kill Ya released in 2000. Zevon wasn’t diagnosed with mesothelioma – a disease he contracted as a boy playing amongst the asbestos underlay materials used in his fathers carpet laying business – until 2002.
Pretty sad really, Jonathon.
Cheesy? Barry Manilow is cheesy. Zevon is something, but I wouldn’t have thought cheesy was it.
Well fair enough Mundo, I stands corrected. Whatever the dates, I truly like this tune. Warren’s oeuvre, not so much.
Prophetic I s’pose would be the best description of the song?
Oh, and the last song on the album too – Don’t Let Us Get Sick.
The hadron collider will not kill us.
Warren Zevon was brilliant. Much of the time. Not always. Who else would give us Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner?