Betwixt & between, cont.
Just to add two more examples of nostaligic art: (the defunct band) Poor Rich One’s song “Mom Is Home” (whose tie to the Amoeba song of the same name, and some same lyrics, I’m still sorting out):
Mom is home, but you can open the door,
don’t be afraid now, not anymore.
and two writers doing very similar things, Michael Chabon and Jonathan Lethem. Both have written fine books in the last six years or so having to do with comics, childhood, and haltingly mature adults. I’ll be reviewing both of their new books on Fungible Convictions within the next month.
And let’s add an Eels stanza:
Little kids go out to play
They’re just happy it’s another day
It’s up to you and me, and who’s to say
These could be the good old days
That last line is grim. I think when my friends and I and tons of others decide to spend an evening in and brood, the thought that life won’t necessarily get better weighs heavily.
