subtitled: Courtney Love is Jesus, and Why "Live Through This" is the Greatest Album Ever.
Driving down I-69 on Christmas Day with no reason to live, I put on "Live Through This" like I have dozens of times like this before. It changes me every bit as much as blood leaving the body. In every note, Courtney is more relentless than a blizzard. More hate-filled than Fred Phelps. She is more desperate than a terminal patient, and more in pain than me. She is a musician who has no skin left to shred. Her life is worthless, so she has nothing left but rock. You feel it in every breath she sings with, and with every breath you take as you scream along until your voice leaves you, which only takes a couple songs. As I drive down this interstate, she saves me. She is Jesus, but no one understands. I still consider removing my seatbelt and crashing into a concrete barrier but she relieves the urge just enough to make the desire calm into fantasy. She tells me that if I live through this with her that she will die for me, and I believe her. She gives me no choice. I trust her every word, and she saves me soul. She is Jesus. She is God. She if the Holy Fucking Ghost. And I can keep on driving.
2 comments:
I'm a little unclear on my reason to live, too, so maybe I'll listen to this. Radiohead hasn't really shown to be much help.
I don't think I would ever have known this album if it wasn't for you, and it is pretty awesome, so Thanks for that. And I think this is obvious, but don't freaking kill yourself. It probably doesn't help, but we will be back in Indiana soon!
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