David Foster Wallace wrote about the absolute horror of success and accomplishment. The talented writer took his own after failing to move past the worst kind of crisis-the existential kind. Foster was brilliant. There is no doubt. But his brilliance sprang from his gift of being able to line words up that speak to anyone who has ever wondered why we hurt or who have struggled to see any semblance of logic that might compel them to get out of bed.
Bragg's lyric is less melancholic and realist. Today, the day where my credit card debt mounts, where the girl I fancy doesn't return my call, might just be as good as it gets.
Hurt, disillusionment and pain are universal and timeless. But in a more mechanized and computerized world these problems morph a bit and frankly lack the space to be properly experienced.
So, yes Modern Life Has Let Me Down:
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