Fear is a Man's Best Friend

I remember John Cale’s song Fear is a Man’s Best Friend (from the ’74 album Fear) as utterly riveting. Snippets of lyrics and his beautifully growly voice are in my mind this morning.

Standing waiting for a man to show
Wide eyed one eye fixed on the door
This waiting's killing me, it's wearing me down
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Life and death are just things you do when you're bored
Say fear's a man's best friend
You add it up it brings you down

I seem to recall him brilliantly, defiantly scream/roaring out fear's a man's best friend. This was a significant part of why I was in mad, wild love with the tune. The man’s one of the best screamers in rock ’n’ roll.

Why’s this buzzing my brainpan this morning?

Eh, today’s my annual with the awesome Doc Plotkin, Super Neurologist. I’ll get the results of my recent bean MRI and whatever thoughts and advice he’s got to give. I’m not expecting horror show news – WE MUST CRACK OPEN YOUR SKULL NEXT WEEK – IT CAN’T WAIT! I don’t think I’m any more symptomatic than I was last year (when I got the it’s-not-time-yet-we’ll-wait-and-see verdict). It feels hard to know though. Is this or that ache or pain related to the ol' brain bulges? Do I tire more easily because of the crap I'm toting around in my head? Or is this just more of that stupid getting older shit?

Courtesy of the Patient Gateway site, I was able to read the lab’s MRI report. While one of the four tumors (four, count 'em four! eek-ish) that are rockin’ out up top is slightly larger (the right parietal parafalcine meningioma, just FYI and shit), it’s likely not enough to break out the long knives. Probably. I'll find out later this AM.

And, now Cale's muy poignant tune, I Keep A Close Watch, has joined the internal turntable queue.

Never win and never lose
There's nothing much to choose
Between the right and wrong
Nothing lost and nothing gained
Still things aren't quite the same
Between you and me

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

Ya gotta hear this one. Rilly!

Also too – Ship of Fools. It's a musical morning up in the grey matter.