Father, Son

One of the toughest things to write about is something you don't like. Bad reviews are always surprisingly harder to articulate than good ones. There are often boundless directions to go in when you are pressed for a word count on something you enjoy, but writing a (justified) negative review can be as tedious as the piece being evaluated. Peter Gabriel's Still Growing Up, Live and Unwrapped was one of those chores for me, but there was a bright spot: I discovered the song "Father, Son" among the extras. And for all its treacle, it still puts me in an appreciative mood -- thankful my father is still around and understanding that I still have a lot to learn from him.