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.
Loved 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 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. But I knew she was there for me.
Love takes care of its own.