This is making me sad. Writing about St. Joe Strummer, and the last songs that he ever wrote and recorded.
I mean, it’s a sad time all around, I guess, so maybe it’s more that, but I keep thinking about what he would have done in the past fifteen years, and how such fucking wrong it is that a man that always felt so full of life was felled at such a young age. I mean, Jesus Fucking Christ, I’m four years older as I write these words than Joe was when he died.
If only his heart had been as strong as his soul.