Weird Evening
Hey,
Strange night.
First off, I drew yesterday, a portrait. It was pretty good. Actually very good. When my dad got home, he looked at the illustration and said "Damn, thats..." and the he paused, kind of grunted, and nodded. You see, my dad can't give out compliments concerning art, which made it difficult during my formative years. Of course, I have called him on this inability to compliment many times. And now I had proof. He sputtered like a failing robot.
I said "Good dad, Great works too. C'mon dad, you can do it!"
"That's really...good."
Anyway, the second strange moment came later, as I drove home. I had found an oldcassette of a musician Robert Mann. He performs traditional Cival War songs of the Confederacy. I listened and became choked up during "Riding A Raid." I am a romantic, and these songs make the Cival War romantic. The Rebels were bravely defending their home against the yanks.
Anyway, here are the lyrics to the song:
Tis Old Stonewall the rebel who leans on his sword
And while we are mounting praise low to the Lord
Now each cavalier who loves Honor and Right
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!
Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford
Old Stonewall's still watching, praise low to the Lord
Goodbye Dear Old Rebel, the river's not wide
And Maryland's lights in her windows to guide.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!
There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth
There are knaves in the North, there are Braves in the South
We are three thousand horses and not one afraid
We are three thousand sabers and not a dull blade.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!
Strange night.
First off, I drew yesterday, a portrait. It was pretty good. Actually very good. When my dad got home, he looked at the illustration and said "Damn, thats..." and the he paused, kind of grunted, and nodded. You see, my dad can't give out compliments concerning art, which made it difficult during my formative years. Of course, I have called him on this inability to compliment many times. And now I had proof. He sputtered like a failing robot.
I said "Good dad, Great works too. C'mon dad, you can do it!"
"That's really...good."
Anyway, the second strange moment came later, as I drove home. I had found an oldcassette of a musician Robert Mann. He performs traditional Cival War songs of the Confederacy. I listened and became choked up during "Riding A Raid." I am a romantic, and these songs make the Cival War romantic. The Rebels were bravely defending their home against the yanks.
Anyway, here are the lyrics to the song:
Tis Old Stonewall the rebel who leans on his sword
And while we are mounting praise low to the Lord
Now each cavalier who loves Honor and Right
Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!
Now gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford
Old Stonewall's still watching, praise low to the Lord
Goodbye Dear Old Rebel, the river's not wide
And Maryland's lights in her windows to guide.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!
There's a man in the White House with blood on his mouth
There are knaves in the North, there are Braves in the South
We are three thousand horses and not one afraid
We are three thousand sabers and not a dull blade.
Come tighten your girth and slacken your rein
Come buckle your blanket and holster again
Try the click of your trigger and balance your blade
For he must ride sure who goes riding a raid!