Sunday, July 29, 2018

Love Takes Care

I forgot how much I liked this song and also forgot how much I really liked having Doc Neeson in the world. The doc died about 5 years ago and I've barely shrugged. This explosive, theatrical frontman of The Angels was an important part of my early years.

I saw the angels last night with the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra as I sat there with my sister and brother-in-law. Dave Gleeson could not be a better frontman now; comfortable in his own skin and feeling the need to prove nothing.

But fuck I missed the doc. It was very nice that the Brewster Brothers dedicated this song last night to Doc Neeson and Chris Bailey.

And the song. When I first heard it in the 80s I thought of it as a love song to a girlfriend. But as it is for these things I find it equally applies to way I feel about my inner family - my inner circle - these days.

Sure, I am always off on my own tangent. I won't - I can't - smother you, but I would never leave you lost or fending for yourself. My mum gave me the emotional room to make my own stupid decisions for myself, and grow  I knew she was there for me; my biggest fan.

Love takes care of its own.

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