I write to express my concern about Jack Bruce, and his intonation of the musical divertissement "I'm So Glad." I do not seek to gainsay the achievements of this fine musician, nor to condemn his many fine musical stylings.

My concern is that Mr. Bruce may not share in the sentiments of this musical number as readily as we, his many acolytes. This melody, whose sentiments are as just and noble as any found in The Grass Root's "Live for Today" or Strawberry Alarm Clock's "Incense and Peppermints," expresses such a degree of felicity as is not often to be found among players.

It is a surety, Mr. Simpleton, that I am a keen judge of character, and thus when I opine that the lyric of this composition bespeaks a sense of mirth that the singer himself does not exhibit, I speak from an intimate understanding of the man's coeur et pensé. To wit, when Mr. Bruce sings "I'm so glad! I'm so glad! I'm glad! I'm glad! I'm glad!" he seems, in my opinion, to be anything but "glad." Indeed, I would describe his humour thoughout this merry shanty as "pensive," "fretful" and "agonized." It is perhaps not too venturesome to fancy that his tone here is not unlike the mood of solicitous declamation that characterizes his great "SWLABR."

Now we know that the poem for this air was written not by Mr. Bruce himself but by one Skip James, a happy fellow of those sunny climes whose warm-hearted denizens do naught but dance and sing the day through. Mr. James is to be commended for avoiding the lazy composer's practice of rhyming "glad" with "sad" or "mad." Mr. Bruce is to be commended for his spirited setting of the tune.

I remain,

Mens Potens