Listening to old Todd Rundgren records on the record player. I
think that these old albums sound even better with a little bit of
extra noise from the clicks and pops from many playings so long ago.
“Now I feel the worst for older people
winding out their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
looking out to find everyone has gone home.
Is there something I can pray to?
Some offering I can send?
Or some ear that I can play to, to help him find a friend?
And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
For the evening comes and who knows when.”
Birthday Carol
Todd Rundgren