For the fifth September 11th since I started this blog, I'm forcing myself to write a post. How do I write, once again, about such an awful day? I have recordings of radio newscasts from that day; someday, I'll finally bring myself to listen to them again. Not today, however. Today, I've been reading articles about how September 11 changed people's lives and listening to "New York, New York" by Ryan Adams. It was appropriate for "Saturday Night Live," during its first show after September 11, 2001, to have Adams sing his new song about the rejection he'd faced in New York, which includes the chorus, "Hell, I still love you, New York." It's still difficult to watch the video he'd filmed for "New York, New York" four days before the 9/11 atrocities; knowing that such a significant part of the landscape disappeared in such a hateful, despicable way just four days later makes me want to just hear the song without any visual accompaniment.
I'm sure I'm far from alone in that department.
