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In addition to getting dumped and living in a strange room, I’ve run out of money. I bought some new shoes and got a haircut with my last few dollars and found a job through a temporary agency. I’ve just worked three days, filing forms in an insurance company office. I look occasionally at the pieces of paper and the names on them and then realize that many of them are notices that someone has died. David Meyer deceased, November 14, 1992, policy cancelled. Passed away. Officially gone. Tedious, depressing work that only occupies my hands and allows my mind to obsess freely about Sayer. And just to help my preoccupations along, in case I might accidently have a moment of peace, (segue into “Hurricane Andrew” from “Difficult Loves”) there is a radio station always playing in the office that seems to be devoted only to broken-hearted, love gone wrong songs, she’s never coming back songs. It’s painful, awful, demoralizing to the point that my attitude ultimately breaks through the absurd pathos into comedy. I watch myself playing my role in this new sitcom, the comedy of despair. And that is encouraging in its own bleak way. Because I’m working in this environment for four hours at a time, I’m doomed to go through whatever awful mood has got hold of me. There’s no other option; all my choices are being made for me. And because I have to go through it, I find that there is another side, like a boat crossing a lake. The other side might not be any better, might be swampy and unstable in its own horrible way, but at least it’s different and represents a strange kind of freedom. I recognize that if I’m patient, I will eventually end up in a better sitcom.

If I could somehow magically present an image of my current life to the doubtful young man that I was in 1993, perhaps inserting it into one of his dreams, he would have certainly been relieved. But it’s exactly because of his attitude of comic detachment, that the younger me does end up in a better sitcom, the one that I’m writing right now, of which this project is an episode.

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from The Break​-​Up Album: 25 Years Later, released May 29, 2019
Jim Clifford - bass, voice
Tim Behm - drums
Dave Kapell - guitar, keyboards, voice
Tom Schroeder - guitar, voice

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