A nice little essay by Rex Crum (writer, father, raconteur) reflecting on The Lowest of the Low album “Shakespeare…My Butt“. Check out the full post on his blog.
These are songs about what it’s like to live in that hazy demarcation area between the reminders of what has made us what we are and the unknown that we must rise into every day and face whether we are ready for it or not. Memory can be something beautiful, but it can also hold you back. And hope can fuel inspiration, but what do you do if that hope goes unfulfilled for reasons you can’t foresee?
Rex Crum
