‘Sad Bastard’. A phrase that might be attributed to me once in awhile.

I prefer ‘layered’ or ‘complex’. But in any case, yes. Yes, I do love me some ‘Sad Bastard Music’ once in awhile. And this is my Sgt. Pepper of the genre.

Anyone who knows me is sick of me championing this record. There’s a song for any of your ‘Sad Bastard’ occasions.

A story… Was lucky enough to catch this troubled band on their reunion tour in 2008.

Delicious drama of another band breakup hung in the air.

The encore. And troubled troubadour Richard Ashcroft finishes the vocals, channeling his best Mick Jagger genetically spliced with Jim Morrison. He walks off the stage, and hops into a big old school convertible parked next to it … And he drives off, right out of the back service door of the Ricoh Coliseum, leaving the rest of the band on stage to finish the song.

The band does break up again, and Ashcroft temporarily displaces both the Gallagher Brothers for title of ‘Saddest Sod in English Music’, elevating ‘Sad Layered Complex Bastard’ to new heights.

Goals, reader. Goals!