How about a little more love for Tom.
I'm just starting to go through his catalogue - trust me it's only a partial catalogue the man was prolific. What strikes me is the quality of the tracks you've never heard or rather his less famous "hits" - no thats not right either - all the stuff thats not on the best ofs - well thats not quite right either oh damn Tom wrote a lot of brilliant lyrics, innumerable melodies of sonic sojourns, ballads, and love songs. Rock and Roll.
It was music he wanted to hear the way he wanted it played based on his early and life long passion for music. You don't think buried treasure was an accident....it was his god damn record collection.
Tom was the other guy in the used record store you bumped into at 11 in the morning instead of going to work. Flipping through LP after LP studying the art work, the instruments, the players, the producers and labels who was able to join forces with a great band of lifelong friends and carve out a long, large, continent wide swath through the global consciousness of our lives.
Something spoke to him and something drove him. His passion exhausted him. Is there a better way to live?
He would want us all to carry on knowing rock n roll will save your soul. Real music, honest, not fame, not money, not attention the pure love and passion for the music that lies just out of reach until one of us, one of the members of this tribe called humanity reaches out and grabs it and lays it down with all their heart, dreams, drive and vision.
Something so free, so right, we are never, never, never, going to change our minds about it... heaven and nothing the arrogant, stupid, greedy whores can ever reach or take away. Turn it up! This machine kills fascism.
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