I read one of the entries in my new diaries for 2018 book, affectionately titled You can’t dump that there. It was one of my more popular podcasts from last year so I thought it’d be a good fit for a reading. The video clocks in a little over 9 minutes so pull up a chair and pretend like you’re at my dining room table.
If you’re new here, this is the current tagline for the book:
The ebbs and flows of this alcoholic, it’s all true. A year’s worth of words on my recover journey. Most of the time I don’t know what I’m talking about.
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On Tuesday Maggie and I went over to her mom’s apartment so Maggie could run in and grab her dress shoes for her choir concert. On the way we were rocking out in the truck as we do, listening to Photograph by Def Leppard.
As we pulled into the parking lot Joe Elliot was singing “you got some kinda hold on me, you’re all wrapped up in mystery” and Phil Collen hammered out his barred chords.
It was early evening, sunny outside, we had the windows down. It was perfect.
After I pulled up to the front of the building, Maggie hopped out, walked about three feet, and then stopped.
Then she turned around, came back to the truck, and said through the open window, “dad, you may want to turn the music down.”
“There wasn’t any room for anyone else to be writing,” Waters told Rolling Stone in 1987. “There was no point in Gilmour, Mason or Wright trying to write lyrics. Because they’ll never be as good as mine. Gilmour’s lyrics are very third-rate. They always will be. And in comparison with what I do, I’m sure he’d agree.”