Just last week I wrote a blog about missing Bobby Long and now I feel like I’m being reconnected with him but on a deeper level. Late, last year Bobby announced he was writing a book…..a book a poetry. Now I personally thought his music was poetry in itself, so…..why write a book? But that’s just me.
But after reading the press release regarding the book, I gained a new respect for the artist.
The title stems from Long’s realization of what he left behind when he abruptly moved from London to New York to pursue his music career in 2010. “I left my family and my friends, and I just went and didn’t really say good-bye to anyone,” he recalls. “’Losing My Brotherhood’ refers to a specific group of three close friends who I lived with in London for four years and shared everything with, and who I don’t get a chance to see anymore. We were like brothers, but I know that time is now over. It’s a tribute, really.”
If you regularly check Long’s site you would’ve found the excerpt he posted six months ago:
I dropped some cigarette ash on your neatly cut hair
I made your morning coffee slightly cold
I wept at films that you deemed too bold
and pretended I didn’t need subtitles.
These are the things I do to make you flinch
I played Bach at a higher speed on the record player
I pretended it was broken when you picked out Van Morrison
I sang harmonies to every line when you fixed it
and dragged my feet when you asked me to change sides.
This is what I do to annoy you
I poured Starbucks into your independent coffee store cup
I lied about my mother’s age and said I was adopted
I read you Pablo Neruda when you picked out Frost
and changed the words around and made them all about summer.
This is what I do to confuse you
I never let you help me with the morning crossword
I went on walks for hours and didn’t call
I drank myself into such rich stupors I couldn’t stand
and lied about the trivial shit.
This is what I do because I am a bastard
I watch you sleep and block the morning light out of your eyes
I cook your favorite meal three nights a week
even though I’m allergic
I listen to your friends talk about their friends
I stopped going to the bar.
I’m not usually a poetry girl, unless its my own emo crap, but now I can’t wait to read Long’s new book! And his follow-up to A Winter Tale is due this Fall. I shall bask in the world of Bobby for a while.