The body went to bed heavy limbed, the throat woke up sore.
It’s been a long time since the years when it was perpetually
fragile & every vocal irritation developed into full blown flu.
Violent bouts of sneezing were commonplace & though the head
could never admit it the body was a fragile sponge, open
to every germ it soaked up in the night bars & alleys.
Spiced food always triggered sore throats & the inevitable
days of illnesses that followed, rendering me unable to sing
if we were recording, frustrating, isolating. Listen back to
those early albums & you’ll hear a blocked nose & a frail voice.
Weird then to wake up with a voice that’s stronger with age,
was it just a booze infection?