In case you haven’t heard, The Lucksmiths called it quits last month. May 12th, to be exact. Ah man, I haven’t been this sad over a last act since Stuart Adamson commited suicide back in 2001. Or Epic Soundtracks in ’97. Well, at least the lads are all still living. It’s been a slow gloomy june in LA, especially after a jam packed May, so I’ve had a good chance to properly mourn. In fact, I think it’s the gloomiest, grayest june in all of the 16 years we’ve been here. Perfect. Dark days till about 6:30 in the pm, then the sun rises and you feel better. What a Southern Cali softy!
Well, here’s a couple things I believe: I believe that The World According to Garp contains all the wisdom you need to encounter almost every situation in life. I believe that art can save you and make you less lonely and that The Lucksmiths give that vital “As I lay with my head in your lap, Camarado” spirit you need to buoy through the toughest and worst times and make better the good times. MST3K helps too. Shit, I’m gonna miss them. When I was traveling all the time and away from home (Laura), “Guess How Much I Love You” was the kind of song that said exactly what I wanted to say (and those lines “ya know I’m thinking of you, in the book store, in the laundry mat” and the phrase “the loneliness of the long distance phone call” were bitter-sweetly precise…). And every time we road tripped up north and spanned one of the glorious WPA bridges on Highway 1 near Big Sur, we’d “hold our breath” across each one and make a wish. Ya know, almost every situation you’ll encounter in love, you’ll find in The Lucksmiths.
On Monday, I finally made some headway in clearing out our garage and turning it into our “club house”: I played ALL their music and made my way through lots of personal history, trashing trash and finding a safe place for keepsakes. It was an all day affair and I got quite misty eyed and pie eyed in the process. We have a name for this: we call it the “Old Charley Effect”. It means, when you spend a day sifting through your personal artifacts trying to make a livable space amongst all the history, you can’t help but imbibe lots of vino or cerveza or both. Partly because you’re remembering soooo much and partly because of the daunting physical task of gettin’ er done. The expression “Old Charley” comes from my dad’s old ’68 VW van. He was sweet on it and called it Charley, and as kids we came to call anything old and friendly and nostalgic an “Old Charley”.
Anyways, I just wanted to say “thanks” for the music. O Brother that sounds cheap, but man o man it’s true. The Lucksmiths have been good companions for along time and I love ’em. Adios. And if you’re ever in Glendale CA., stop in and have a drink. It’s never too late.