Music, it’s my substitute for love

The words from the song that made me lose my tiny little mind about Frank Turner. Fuck me but did “Substitute” send my life into a headspin…sitting on a ratty sofa in Blacktown all those years ago. Some moments stick with you forever.

Life is a bit swirly right now. Can’t explain because if you knew I’d have to kill you. Also trying to explain is like trying to hold smoke…not very do-able.

But music IS my substitute for love and for a lot of other things and today, when I woke up feeling a little out of focus, this is the song that floated up for me.

I was discussing the other day how much I love Leonard Cohen’s words but his voice and delivery make his songs unpalatable for me a lot of the time. Seeing him live was truly amazing but I just can’t listen to him in the recorded form.

So I turn to others to translate the words into songs of beauty. This Teddy Thompson version of this song rips me to shreds every time but it’s where I’m at today.