Musings —11.12.2011 09:38 AM—
I was talking to my sons the other day about dying, but they didn’t want to talk about dying. I told them I was an Irish Catholic, and I couldn’t help it. I told them I missed my Dad, and wanted to talk about him, and hoped that they would talk about me after I’m gone.
Fathers, sons, punk songs. If you have been in punk bands as long as I have, you would know that every great anthemic punk song sounds perfect on an acoustic (most of my ham-fisted attempts at songwriting start on one). So, this perfect punk song about fathers and sons and everything else.
Girls, watch your guy when this one is playing. He’ll get quiet.