but a name catches my eye and like all good times that come to a halt -
jason molina, the singer/songwriter/guitarist for songs:ohia/magnolia electric company drank himself into his grave at the age of 39
when i dream about my perfect life/house/guy i dream first of a cabin - somewhere near enough to a city that has good live music and food
i dream of the kitchen
i dream of the floor to ceiling shelves filled with books, vinyl and cd's
i dream of acoustic guitars hung nicely on a wall
and i dream of jason molina singing to me
it's all in his voice and how he sings with the emotion of the lyrics present in the song
how you can't separate them
how i dream of roadtrips with nothing but his voice and me, the car, the highway
and this song, that holds my favourite lyrics of all-time, makes it onto my list
regardless of his death, it would've been here anyway
i'm getting weaker. i'm getting thin. i hate how obvious i have been.
R.I.P. Jason
