The last few weeks haven’t been the best. As my friend Christian said, 2016 is a fucking dumpster fire.
The election… the reacttion to the election… And then the realization that my son is not in a good place, I can’t do much to help him, and some bands really do give me some form of emotional catharsis, or “he gets it sometimes”
For those of you who pay incredible attention to my life story, I live in the States. I came over here 14 years go to get married. The more anticipative amongst us are already going “ooooh, that might not end well”.
How right you are. My Dad calls is the period I grew up. I call it the Greg Dulli years, leavened with Teddy Thompson. But the one bright spot was my son, Chris. He is, to use a Boston phrase, wicked smaaht.
My ex, to my mind, has issues. Manic issues, to be frank. But she has, generally, been a good mother to WC. Unfortunate moniker, for he is Wee Chris and his Uncle is Big Chris.
As WC has gotten older, he has never ceased to amaze me. National History Bee finals, State Spelling Bee, State Social Studies….the kid is smart. He is, and I must hold on to this truth, a good, gentle person. He sleeps on the floor because the dog that was with him when he was born is too old to get into bed, so WC lies on the floor with Eoin.
His mother and he had a bust up recently, which led to the whole fucking circus. Police, social work, therapists, Dr Who and the Daleks….. He has, apparently Asperger’s Syndrome (remind me, I’ll come back to that in a bit). He is seeing a ‘therapist’, and his relationship with his mother is going down worse than the Hindenburg. O! The humanity!
I’m at a remove. Divorce agreements, a mentally unbalanced woman…. anyway, she has custody. Everything she is criticizing WC for is inherent in her. Genes? Nurture? Both? At the moment, I don’t know, I just want the kid to be in a safe loving environment.
It is, as the more perceptive will have noticed, not an easy place to be emotionally. Oh, yes, the Apserger’s piece. Apparently that might be genetic, and guess who’s on deck for being the giver of said issue? yup. Your beloved theref2409. And having taken the test (developed by none other than Borat’s brother – seriously) it appears I’m on the spectrum. Which is both disturbing and explanatory in equal measure.
What does this have to so with the Afterword? Well, I was thinking and listening to the music that is emotionally raw; honest; speaks to me on a level that just makes me go “yeah. That”. The music that I think is just raw.
I have waxed, occasionally lyrical, about Scott Hutchison. Some might know him as Owl John; some as the bossman of Frightened Rabbit. I think he might be one of the best songwriters around right now. He has an ability to get to a truth about humanity and life in a way that few can. I have mentioned before, I listened to his track “The Woodpile” once and had to pull off the road in tears because for the first time someone “got me” and could summarize it perfectly.
Frightened Rabbit. Owl John. Psychotherapy in 3 minute chunks. Who else is like him?