“I don’t know why people ever actually introduce songs because the song itself is its introduction to itself. It’s like if you meet somebody named Martha…that’s really only the beginning of the story. You know, Martha is a whole mass of molecules and complexes and things bound together by terrifying physical improbabilities and the truth is, she could fly apart at any moment like some terrible pent up lock that’s waiting to snap and spatter her psyche across the universe and God knows an—it is disgusting, but that’s life. If it weren’t for our ribcages, there would just be spleens-a-go-go. The same for a song, you know, I can say what the song’s called which isn’t going to be much of a clue unless you’ve heard it before or I can explain what it’s about and I’m going to be lying so, uh, in the end there’s not much point, really.”
Robyn Hitchcock, introducing one of his songs in Storefront Hitchcock.
I adore this dude so much.
I may need to borrow someone else’s organs to help store all of my feelings.
