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He’s somebody like you and me. Always present and out of view, he emerged in song deep within a night of inspiration, when Michael spontaneously sang out the Werewolf’s woes on the guitar. That song has turned into a clear epic of Michael’s and has been covered often, to the greatest effect by Cat Power who helped introduce a new generation to Michael’s work. The Werewolf is the voice of the outsider, never allowed into a home, nor given consideration for the pains he feels at his own unstoppable drives to do ill. Caught in a circulation out of the reach of kind comforts, the Werewolf is a bit worse off than the rest of us, no matter how far we’ve strayed from polite company. There are times when that’s a bolstering fact to recall, and one that also draws out a form of forlorn love for a creature so magnificent and so terribly flawed. |
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