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June 29, 2019
Asked to make my selection of lyrics as my crowdsourcer reward, I listened to a few of the Pierce Turner songs I love best. And then it snuck up on me – the song that Spil & I shared at Fleming’s oh so long ago (25 years?!) and suddenly it hit me with a brick, the fact that I've only one real friend anymore, one who’s gone through fire with me. Spil turned her back on everything in New York years ago, I’ll probably never know why, but that wound still sometimes bleeds. Yeah, I asked for that song.