Jeff Tweedy and the Doors of Perception
“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to us as it is, infinite. For we have closed ourselves up ’til we see all the narrow chinks of our cavern.” — William Blake
I discovered the other night that I have been missing out on a whole bandwidth of language, a range that other people can easily comprehend.
My husband and I, cradling glasses of wine and snuggled up on the couch in front of the fire, put on a Wilco album. For Christmas, we had purchased a Sonos record player, and have since been pulling out old records from the garage, albums which we have been lugging around, literally, for decades. Surprisingly, most of these have survived the heat of Sedona, the damp of a California garage which floods most times when it rains, and years of use when we were younger.
Our daughter had recently given her dad a new “collector’s” album of Wilco. About twice as thick as a regular album, the needle on the player reaches deeper into the grooves, and picks up so many more of the fine details and intricacies of the…
