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Jeff Tweedy
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December 28 - December 29, 2020
I’m a pretty normal-looking straight white dude with all of the general societal acceptance that status entails, and yet I am still grateful to have found some encouragement to resist conformity in the way I look at and think about the world.
I was never sure exactly why I thought they deserved to be punished. Maybe it was just for liking stupid bullshit like Black Oak Arkansas.
Not everyone has this reaction, but opiates energized me. The warm maternal sense of well-being that every opiate addict loves was there, too, of course, but for me at least, it was like waking up from the perfect night’s sleep. I was alert, motivated, and clearheaded. I felt normal.
Back at the Loft, Tom and I know when we’ve been tweaking a song for too long. He says it’s when I start focusing on things that “Will not affect sales.” If I’m thinking about what the hi-hat sounds like, it’s time to stop. I’ve gone too far and I’ve lost my mind. Nobody in the world gives a fuck what a hi-hat sounds like. As long as it doesn’t break the spell, nobody cares. If somebody does care about it, then they work in a recording studio and they’re already too far up their own asses to ever truly like anyone’s record anyway.