Åh, vilken skilsmässa!

Än en gång så bleknar alla nu levande artisters och poeters
tafatta texter.

När Tracey Thorn döper en sång till Oh, the divorces! – ja,
med ett utropstecken – så märker jag hur jag glömmer bort att andas för att inte missa ett enda ord, en enda fras, kommatering eller formulering om ”afternoon
handovers by the swings”.

Jag är inte ensam om det. På sin Myspace-blogg känner sig
Tracey själv manad att skriva de här raderna till oss som alltid blir för
personligt gripna av hennes lyrik:

I feel I have misled you, and I am moved by the many
messages of concern and sympathy you have sent me, to just set the record
straight – when I said there are songs about middle-aged divorce, no, I wasn’t
referring to my own. The last couple of years have seen so many of my close
friends and family heading for the divorce courts that I couldn’t help but
write about it (sorry, that is one of the perils of being friends with a
songwriter). The truth is that not only have I not got divorced this year, I
have in fact got married. Yes, you do know who to. A twenty seven year
engagement may seem cautious to some of you, but I think in these uncertain
times, it is as well to be sure of someone before you make any rash
commitments.

So stop worrying, the divorce bit isn’t about me. Sadly, the
middle-aged bit is.

All popmusik borde handla om bodelning och delad vårdnad.