Couldn’t You Wait?: The Story of Silkworm

A Silkworm documentary has been in the works for the last six years.

Saw a rough cut this weekend.

Unbelievably accurate, both in the details and in capturing the spirit of the band. I couldn’t have done it, even if I’d had the desire or ability to do it.

It is disorienting to be historicized. I don’t like nostalgia. I don’t commemorate things or reminisce much unless it serves as a commentary on the present somehow. I like to regard things as a continuum, you know?

The film forces me to acknowledge the past, and it forces me to recognize a break in the line between now and back when Andy and I started making music together, as kids. Some amazing footage of Ein Heit being interviewed. Andy must be 14.

Of course Michael’s death is always with me, but a less crushing but still very painful death was that of SKWM. Since Andy and I kept playing music together, I don’t think about that one so much. The movie forces me to think about it.

That said…wow. I’m not sure I have ever owed anyone in my life the way I owe Seth Pomeroy about now. I barely even took any pictures, and now we have this. So flattering, but still to scale.  So impeccably done using such minimal source material.  It’s pitch perfect.  “Oh, it would be nice if he used that one picture right here…shit, there it is.”

Extraordinarily touched, inordinately pleased. On the verge of tears. A bit dizzy.

Thank you Seth, Shawn, Garland, Gerard, Steve, Stephen, Jeff, Heather, Vickie, TK, Dad, Mom, a couple families worth of Browns, everyone else who is in it or talked to these guys or sent them stuff.