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Bongiorno, fellow sufferers. My apologies, if needed, for not having written earlier. I have been somewhat distracted by anything not involving a Sherrin or a Burley.

 In fact,

"Well the drums rolled off in my forehead
and the guns went off in my chest
Remember carrying the baby for you
Crying in the wilderness"

 is pretty close to where I am this season. Lost and wandering in the desolate wastelands known to a select few in the footballing fraternity. You and me, folks. The select few.

"I lost track of my friends, I lost my kin
I cut them off as limbs
I drove out over the flatlands
hunting down you and him"

Before I moved to WA, I lived in Sydney during the second half of the 80s. A friend spent the summer of the America's Cup here in Freo while I minded her house in Manly. I'd always been drawn to WA and her stories, updates and snippets of debauchery over the phone only whetted my apetite for this strange otherworld on the other side of the Nullabor. This excellent song from the Triffids erupted into my psyche like a long forgotten Subi burger can on a Monday morning. With alacrity. If you're one of those people who hasn't heard the song, try to find a copy... the album, Born Sandy Devotional was re-released last year so it's around the traps.

The song has been reviewed countless times but the one common theme in those reviews is a reference to the way it captures the light of the WA landscape. Listening to it, you can almost feel the heat on your back and the vast sweep of sky we are lucky to live under here. It also serves to stoke the slowburning embers of my melancholy... and isn't that something that many of us can relate to, sidle up to, even grab in a frenzied embrace that threatens never to let go? What, you're a happy sort of person? You have no intimacy with melancholy? Do you have a pulse, then? C'mon, stand up and give yourself a good Croatian Slappo around the side of the head and tell me you have no melancholy.

"The sky was big and empty
My chest filled to explode
I yelled my insides out at the sun
At the wide open road"

See? Light, space... melancholy. I bet you're wondering what this has to do with footy. So am I but I'll find a way. Melancholy has to be the big clue. That, and finding the time to stare at the sky. Really stare at it. Study it closely. Explore it's vastness. With any luck, you'll stare at it for so long the sun will fry your scattered wits and you'll finally look down and around you with no memory of footy this season. Do a proper job and you'll forget everything footy that ever happened but that would be a mistake... imagine not being able to remember the Richmond Gaspar running in complete circles, midfield, surrounded by players while he tried to decide what to do with the ball, or Grover dakking Browney that day. Hang on, I think I need to stare upwards for a second, just to cleanse that image out.

It's a funny old game, football. Choco Williams came out the other day and said something like that, about how it can break your heart. You wouldn't be human if you entered each season without hopes and aspirations for your team but crikey, folks... 5 weeks in a row? Hell's teeth, is there no end to the enterprise and creativity that goes into devising the special torment we go through? 5 phreakin weeks in a row, up at 3/4 time and lose the game. You start to feel a little jilted, yeah? Perhaps a tad betrayed...

"How do you think it feels
sleeping by yourself?
when the one you love, the one you love
is with someone else"

Did David McComb have some eerie prescience about being a Dockers supporter, perhaps? Here, in this song, he captures our predicament, garnishes it with a poetic twist and serves it up drenched in empathy. Melancholy in words. The song is so much more than that, though... it rings with strength and purpose. His voice caresses and challenges the light and space it creates and ultimately, it's uplifting, you come away feeling right with the world.

"Then it's a wide open road
It's a wide open road
And now you can go any place
that you ever wanted to go

I wake up in the morning
thinking I'm still by your side
I reach out just to touch you
then I realise

It's a wide open road"

 

It is, to me obviously, a beatiful song that captures something indefinable. It's one of those songs that roars quietly and fills your headspace with all sorts of images, but one thing it does quite specifically is carry you through a sort of despair and into a celebration of being alive. We could all do with a bit of that from time to time, I reckon.

Particularly as we're still, err...

 

on the journey.