As Paul Westerberg Sleeps

Everyone has one more masterpiece left in them.  A reminder of why they were great in the first place.  Another chance to point a crooked finger shaped from years of forming chords, saying, "And you thought I was finished..."

Paul Westerberg's only sin was releasing Don't Tell A Soul as a Replacements album instead as a solo piece.  It leaves you with no other choice but to gawk at it, trying to find a way to accept or deny it on it's own merit.  That is quite a tricky process and ultimately I learned to accept it as a transition piece.

Lyricists working at Westerberg's level are rare, maybe a handful per generation.  He never found words, he stitched them together like a tailor, crafting suits that you can always wear.  No trendy or high fashion splash, simply beautiful work.

Quirky self-made basement tapes and bizarre alter-ego.  He's still out there, waiting for the next moment.

Only one sin in an entire life of making music and not once did he roll us.