Musicians weigh in on the subject of birthdays:
David Lowery’s cynical and a bit drunk; Björk is off in the stratosphere singing about God knows what; and Kurt Heasley, such a downer, is so bitter he’s even denying that it is his birthday.
But it is mine.
(It’s also Mike Watt’s and Billy Bragg’s. Apparently, taking my first name into account, it’s a day for people with double consonants at the ends of their names.)