So last week LCG told me that Warren Zevon is terminal with the cancer. I reacted as you might expect. "Well. I don't care for that at all." And then I got ready to jump on the inevitable bandwagon and write about Warren Zevon. I was all set to tell you about the cute Warren Zevon conversation that LCG and I had back in the days when we were just vaguely acquainted. Early bonding thanks to Warren Zevon!
I was going to tell you about the many ways that I like to pronounce Zevon. I was also going to tell you about the origin of my Warren Zevon phase, and which records I have. I was going to gloat about the fact that I only own the more obscure Warren Zevon albums and one twelve inch single. A Warren Zevon twelve inch single! I was hardcore. Keyword: was.
I started wondering what had happened to my token Warren Zevon cassette. The last concrete memory I had of it was listening to it in my ex-husband's Nissan, back before we were married and he was my future ex-husband. So, that was a loooong time ago. I had no idea what had happened to that album. But then a couple of days later, I was looking at my cassette rack and thought, what is that tape with no case? It was Warren Zevon. Very nice.
So I drove around listening to it, but it didn't do anything for me. I mean, it was good, but I was not getting into it the way I used to. I felt odd and kind of vulturish. Was I only listening to it because he is dying? I was. My Warren Zevon phase has been dormant for a few years, and I was trying to bring it back for the wrong reason.
So, I guess my point is, at one time, I had a huge Warren Zevon phase, but I will tell you about it when the phase resurfaces and takes up all of my time and enthusiasm, because that will be the right time to talk about it. I will deliver my eulogy when I have the fire in the belly for his music and not just because it is the thing to do.