Sunday, 27 November 2011

Gerry Rafferty, Right Next Time

A great song, luminous with the possibility of atoning for one's past errors. But the irony in Rafferty's lovely, burnished voice is that he never actually got it right next time: he never lived up to his early promise, he never overcame his alcoholism, and it eventually killed him. This adds to the force of the song, I think. Also, the down-heel way Rafferty sings the third line here:
You gotta grow, you gotta learn by your mistakes
You gotta die a little everyday just to try to stay awake
When you believe there’s no mountain you can't climb
And if you get it wrong you’ll get it right next time 'When you believe there’s no mountain you can climb' has a certain poignancy to it.

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