In the past four weeks or so I’ve seen Andrew Bird and Neko Case live for the first time ever. I saw Paul Westerberg sing and talk about his music.
However, nothing has filled my stomach with electricity or made my hands shake with excitement like the arrival of Jim Walsh’s All Over But the Shouting. I am goony-eyed and grinning over the arrival of a book. And this is not just any ordinary book. No. This book combines two of the things I love most in the world Paul Westerberg and Jim Walsh (fucking AMEN!).
Fucking A people. Do you have any idea how glorious this is? Do you? Because I can’t even put into words what it means to me to be included in this book. The words I thought I brought I left behind, literally. I am here and I got nothing. I think the only thing that will replace this feeling is when my name is on the front of the book and not the pages inside.