Charlie Pierce posted this poem as a coda to a horrible, no good, very bad week; but I prefer the waterboys version:
Last night I took Wife Sublime to Jackson Grill for an excellent birthday dinner, and tonight we have tickets for this:
BG and I joked about it a bit, but this is the last time Musical Box is ever doing this show. Genesis sure as hell isn’t ever going to do it again. So yeah, i am going.
We are going to see it one last time, from the fourth row.
But how the fuck am I supposed to enjoy it?