I’m pretty lucky. And I mean that in almost every sense of the word. I’m reflecting on this right now because as I was walking through the cold this morning, the song Ladykiller by the Horrible Crowes came on, and my mind immediately busted out with “man, I’m so lucky to be alive to see a young Brian Fallon making music at such an amazing level of ability.” But as I pondered this thought, I realized that, sure, that shit’s true, but I’m so lucky on so many levels, it’s pretty fucking astounding.
I was born into a pretty peaceful and happy environment and I’ve never had to sleep in the cold or run for my life or wonder when I was gonna eat again (well, I have, but it’s been fairly self inflicted. Let’s be honest. Living in a van being in a rock band is like nerf homelessness). I’ve got healthy kids and a beautiful wife. I’ve got great friends. Fuck, the two guys in my band are two of the most spectacular people I know and I’ve been friends with one of them for twenty seven years. The other one, I’ve been friends with for a mere 19 years. I’m actually still friendly with most people I’ve ever been friends with, because I’m lucky enough to have been consistently surrounded by great, kind, awesome people.
Beyond that, I get to make music for a living and people enjoy it and that’s pretty overwhelming and cool. Our band, the Lawrence Arms, put out a record called Metropole yesterday and the response so far has been really great. It’s so humbling to be able to be a part of this scene and work with people that I grew up idolizing. I mean, fuck. That’s crazy! I’m lucky to just have all ten fingers and ten toes, but I also get to sing for appreciative people and get paid for it?!?!?! Pretty fucking good stuff, man.
Today, I’m going to Austin because a guy who I really respect a whole lot just passed away pretty suddenly. It’s sad. He was a great guy and, while he was older, his death was still very much unexpected. It’s just insane. One second you’re there, the next, you’re gone and the world just keeps whipping by so fucking fast that people don’t even have time to barely stop and recognize anything because they’ve gotta run full speed just to keep from falling off this motherfucker. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to lose a parent or a spouse or (ugh) a child, and I’m very, very thankful for that. I know lots of you guys have dealt with insane loss and personal tragedy and either come out stronger or destroyed as a result. I guess….
I don’t know, man. I love you guys. I say that a lot, but it’s really true. I don’t want to sound like a shitty hippy or anything, but I KNOW how lucky I am, and one of the best parts of my life is this awesome ability to connect with strangers all over the world through writing shit down and singing some of the things I’ve written down sometimes. I love my family and my friends and my band and everybody around me quite a bit. I love you. I do. Yes. You.
Fuck. This is sappy as shit, innit? I dunno. It’s not every day that I’m part of putting out a record about the futility of existence right as someone close to me dies. That’ll twist your cap back, man.
That’s all. Go back to pornhub, I guess. I’ll see you soon, Austin.