It happened again in university. It was only natural. As we were allowed in high school, for first year poetry class we were permitted to bring in song lyrics when we read aloud our favourite poems. And as it was in high school, most brought songs.
You know, I’ve started this bloody letter five times now: too sappy, too obvious, too trite, too confessional. To hell with it, here goes: congratulations and thank-you. You’ve touched a lot of folks over the years
I saw two shooting stars last night/
I wished on them, but they were only satellites.
Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?
I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care. —Billy Bragg, “A New England”
I was 16 when I first heard Green Day. The album was Dookie, which was released a few years before and went gangbusters. 16 was about the time you discovered them, I suppose, back in the mid-’90s and before eye-liner, a failed Presidency…