Bruce Cockburn - Silver Wheels
Strange thing, memory. Some have too much of it, like Funés. Some have very little. Some are endowed with it in a joyfully anarchic way. If you shared its fate, you would know that in this intimate and beloved album, there were also the lyrics, written in a font that was not yet Comic. And throughout the album, there is only one phrase written entirely in uppercase. Inside this song. Strange to remember that. Now that I believe I no longer have this album. And that I haven’t listened to this song since at least 1990. (And that I know it by heart, ça va sans dire). And I still wonder why that phrase was written in uppercase. Strange thing, memory. Some have too much of it, and suffer from it. Some have too little, and suffer from it. Some have it in a joyfully anarchic way (there is always a third way, and a fourth, and a fourth point five, and so on). And they don’t suffer from it. No, they have learned to laugh about it.