cliffhanger Rubydee So I’m watching the origin story of a dear old friend unfold right before my eyes and I’m sitting on a cliffhanger where I’m not quite sure which way this thing’s gonna swing, is he gonna be the hero or the villain of his own story, is he gonna let the world beat him down like so many before him? Skip Spence immediately comes to mind. I hear that spiral, the madness creeping in all around the edges. I’m waiting for the inevitable death rattle that precedes unimaginable catastrophe. I think of all the tortured poets (no, not the feeble attempts of Taylor_Swift at understanding the “darkest chasms of the human soul”) the Real Tortured Poets. Nick_Drake and Phil_Ochs Kurt_Cobain, Ian_Curtis, Bob_Welch Chester_Bennington and Chris_Cornell Michael_Hutchence, Avicii, Tom_Evans, Pete_Ham, Keith_Flint Elliott_Smith, Naomi_Judd, Wendy_O_Williams And I have this real fear of this guy, this guy I’m watching, his life might be going that way. But then I know it doesn’t or hasn’t because he’s here now, maybe even reading these very words. And I’m humbled by the talent I see on display and the reminders of the fickle fingers of father fate and his ticklish propensity to overlook those that are the most deserving of a wide audience. For the messages are true and resonate strongly with the shared experiences of existence. Mine at least. 241205 what's it to you? who go blather from