Sheryl Crow, Wildflower
Dear Sheryl, the fun has gone out of our relationship. Sure, we are
older now and we know that there are more important things in life than
having a good time. But I still have needs and sometimes, really, all I
wanna do is have some fun. I canít do that with you this time around.
Youíve changed, baby. You used to be dark and witty and cheekily wicked.
Now you just put me to sleep. It all sounds the same ó like Lilith Fair
after Bonnie Raitt left the roster. Thereís no life, no rock. Is this
how itís going to be for the rest of our lives together? I donít know if
Iím strong enough to be your man.
Sigh. Maybe itís me, Sheryl. Maybe you are growing as a person and an
artist, and Iím stuck in a rut. But can I help it if I donít like what
you are becoming? I have a picture of you ó in my head and heart,
darling ó and this ainít it. I listened to your latest and thought,
ďItís over. There goes the neighborhood.Ē
It feels like weíre just going through the motions. The licks are
slicker, maybe, and your words are more clear ó but Iíll take passion
over production any day. I think a change would do you good. Maybe it
would do both of us good.
Donít take this the wrong way ó every day is a winding road and maybe
weíll find each other again. This is hard for me, too ó the first cut is
I wish you luck and hope it all works out for you. I canít be with you
through this part of your life but if it makes you happy ...
ó Robert Greene