From Robyn on Patreon in 2022
The old nursery rhyme defined the genders deeply for me: female was sugar and spice, male was slugs and snails. But even taking gender out of the equation, your companion in life - if you’re lucky enough to have one - is probably a better person than you: or so I was taught at the feet of my ancestors.

Special and Disgusting define each other; they only exist in relation to each other, and are fated to keep meeting up, again and again. But they are also compelled to separate, and spend most of their time apart. That’s what the phone was invented for; that, and world domination…

I picture this song performed by Neil Young, with harmonies from Crosby, Nash and Linda Ronstadt. Or maybe just sung by America. Either way, the funky denim count would be pretty high.

My life is too long and fractured now for me to attempt a memoir. Fragments of my story appear on Patreon and Instagram; my songs are my true autobiography - it’s all in there, if you know where to look. Thank you for tuning in, another piece of the tale will appear shortly.