It was starting to seem that, against all expectations, we’d actually managed to solve all the problems of the world through music. The tumbleweeds were blowing gently past the door to the advice office, and a layer of dust was gathering over the assembled agony Aunts and Uncles. And then – thank goodness, a client. Nils Lofgren’s issue was, as they so often are, a matter of the heart. It had all appeared to be going well in his love life, and then it seems that his lady had been suggesting a bit of a break, saying “we need more time apart.” Nils, it has to be said, was less than enamoured of the idea especially now she was suggesting: “maybe we should see other people, hoping that way we could feel sure.” It had he vocalised, sitting himself forlornly on the advice couch really got to him “baby I’m crying tonight, yes I’m crying tonight” he muttered, his head in his hands.
Wow. The guy surely had it bad, and there were a few signs in what he was saying that maybe this one was not going to end up with a happy ever after. “Happy Never After more like,” chipped in agony Uncle Richard Thompson – there was a general attempt to shush him, this was a problem that required careful handling, But he was having none of it declaring that “I don’t like fiddlydee“. Wrapping a comradely arm around the shoulders of his fellow axe slinger he spoke some forthright advice to accept the inevitable and try to move on. “Cry if it makes you feel better” he suggested, adding that emotional problems can often be lessened by putting them into a physical form, “set it all down in a tear-stained letter.”
An amusing article Jonathan. I prescribe listening to the sublime guitar work of the maestro Nils as an effective cure for any love sick chap!