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Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Dear Mr. Keenan & Tool,
There was never a moment between 1993 and 1995 when a bass line from Opiate or Undertow wasn't churning beneath the surface of my consciousness. You were there while Jeremy drove 100 MPH on I-64 and let me shift the gears. You were there in Wheetie's tiny burgundy Omni making every milliliter of fluid in my body thrum. You were there when Holly and Adam and I sat in her apartment painting things indigo. You were my shamans.
When I ate magic mushrooms and read Stranger in a Strange Land and Nothing in This Book is True, you were there with numerological references that opened my brain and poured in delirious ideas. I geeked out with you with my best friend's little brother, boring her sweet country heart to tears.
You were there, in The Patient, when I came home from the hospital long enough for a scalding bath before returning to my mother's deathbed. You were there when I fell apart and remade myself clumsily. Later, Wings for Marie transmuted my anger into a tender awe for a lost mother and grandmother.
You sing what I want to paint. You make dark, poignant prayers and slip like oil between the primal and the sublime. Your lyrics my language.