on tom

maybe, it's the gravel in his voice that so many critics have described. something about his voice is real–imperfect, broken apart. i want that raspy voice to characterize what i say; i'm still listening closely, hoping to hear that from me–something like it at least.

i've got years to harden like that, to let them all ring out in the grit of my voice. then again, it might take a lot of cigarettes to get that bark; a lot more than i'm willing to smoke.

but, i'm wearing my years as it is; i'm tired of staying up all night to get a paper done for the morning. it all seems fleeting now, but i won't go into that. Got another paper to write before morning. i should expend my intellectual energy on it instead of entering another tribute into the pipeline about another songwriter.