Phil Cody
Cody Sings Zevon

Those who die, simply die.

Warren Zevon has been dead for some time, and since then, when the children go to bed, there's no one left to sing offbeat lullabies filled with werewolves, decapitated warriors, and Boom Boom Mancini of all sorts; and no one will return to do so.

Those who do not die, inevitably repeat themselves.

Phil Cody still walks this valley of tears and pays tribute to his mentor with an homage that, in artistic value, matches «The Sons Of Intemperance Offering», but surpasses it in emotional engagement and compassion.

Those who do not die, sometimes find redemption.

I too am among those who walk a valley of tears, and blood, and sweat, and dust, and until today I foolishly regarded «Splendid Isolation», «Mutineer», and «The Hula Hula Boys» as relatively minor episodes in Warren Zevon's career. Now I've learned that it's never too late to realize my own idiocy.

Those who do not die, will eventually die.

I've heard quite a few stories of people dying in original ways, and I think it could happen from a sudden lump that grabs the throat, just long enough to stop the breath and close the eyes for eternity. That time can be an instant, that of «The Indifference Of Heaven» and «Don't Let Us Be Sick», now that we know how the story ended, the future has been written and cannot be erased or revised with a simple "errata corrige".

And since I want to continue living life, I'll stop here and go to bite into the tasty sandwich I prepared before writing these simple lines.