In observation of self-declared I Think We're All In This Together Day, here is John Prine singing his "That's the Way That the World Goes Round."
Prine's debut album, John Prine, was one of the first reviewed by Mr. Kelly, newly-hired as a copy editor and rock and/or roll critic for a daily newspaper. The singer-songwriter was also one of Mr. Kelly's first interviews. His music seasoned our lives for years.
We are tsunamied frequently, regularly, by waves of the unbearable. Regrets assume goblin form and hector us before sleep. Loss is layered over loss, like a house where the former owners continued to paste new wallpaper atop the old, ignoring the way it buckled and peeled from there simply being too much.
Doubt, with fear claiming the shotgun seat, careens unmuffled through moments that appeared tranquil. We seek simplicty yet spend hours looking for matching socks in the box where no one thing is like another.
Some consistency could be attainable, if we allow inconsistency as a non-negotiable option; no judgment. My wish for this holiday: may I not alarm myself needlessly, or not at all. May I spend more time laughing than fretting, and if I don't manage any of that today, may I return tomorrow and try again. I wish the same for you.