re: #477 Barefoot Grin

That’s so sad. It is a deep read about both alcoholism and the path Frey forged as a young female reporter fearlessly going into locker rooms to get her story.

Coincidentally, on the alcohol abuse thing, I’ve been listening to and am right now listening to The Replacements of the Bob Stinson era. I read a few articles last night about Bob and the band’s problems, but how Bob in particular couldn’t stop drinking even as lost everything.

One thing to remember is that the rest weren’t much better and didn’t clean up either until much later. Paul, bless him, got lucky that he was able to survive till he was able to clean up. Bob didn’t.

“Here Comes A Regular”

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
after a hard day of nothin’ much at all
Summer’s passed, it’s too late to cut the grass
There ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall

And sometimes I just ain’t in the mood
to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You’re like a picture on the fridge that’s never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

Well a drinkin’ buddy that’s bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you’re in the arms of someone’s baby now
I’ll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway

Everybody wants to be someone’s here
Someone’s gonna show up, never fear
‘cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I’m sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain’t much to rake anyway in the fall