"But the baby grew up. I missed it. Now I know firsthand that there are tragedies. Tragedies that are not sweetly sad and facing heavenward, but ugly, hellish messes that should never have been. I don't go home, I don't get the baby back."
- Kristin Hersh doesn't blog often. But when she does it's always worth the wait. About life on the road. About the joys and terrors of imperfect life. About all the reasons why her music is among the rawest and most beautiful, brutal and most honest we will ever hear.
john davies
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