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An interesting take on Vietnamn, Iraq, C.C.R. and… Knoxville.

Iraq and Vietnam, a crowded VA hospital in Miami, an empty street in Knoxville, my mother’s diary, my uncle’s fixin’-to-die rag. It all makes me think of “Bad Moon Rising,” neither a sad song nor an angry one, not even a great song; just a true one. My mother thought it was a revival song and therefore foreboding, and my uncle, dying in Miami, probably thought it was a harsh song—his tastes ran toward softer stuff, Joan Baez and a band called the Stone Poneys. I think it’s a song for lost causes—true because it never makes them pretty.

I suppose Knoxville is among the lost causes of this article.

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