Home Sweet Home
So I am finally home! Or at my parents', whichever. Left just after midnight, and arrived at 3:45 am. At least the roads were clear!
I have decided that I quite like country music to drive to on long stretches of road. Country music seems to be unfairly dismissed. Even aside from accepted "good" country like Johnny Cash, there is something about its folkness and indulgent stories that really gets to me. I like stories and ballads, dammit, and I don't much mind if they're cheesy sometimes. Somehow liking folk is considered ok, but country isn't. Anyway, as far as cheesyness and melodrama goes, what's the difference between Nick Cave's Murder Ballads and country, anyway?
It's all very Romantic, really. For me, it goes back to the long Romantic paeans of various poets that I loved to read as a child, all about bleeding soldiers dying away from their homeland, and wicked wanton women, and false lovers, and tragic abandoned gypsy girls. No faithful dogs in those poems, but there were trusty horses.
After the Romantic poets, I was much taken with the ridiculously over-the-top mock-folk ballads that my cousin and older girl friends used to sing to me, to pass evenings by. Those were often silly, but always had that vein of Romanticism and morbidity--tragic kings, betrayed queens, mysterious castles and lonely roads, dead young men, faithful young women, and lots of roses and blood and pathos. I'd also say it was Goth, but I've already went on at length how Romantic and Goth basically tend towards the same thing.
You know, they'd go something like this:
...And the blood pools below
bright and heavy and red
red as her dress is red, red as her dress is red.
The girl cradles his head,
"You'd never leave me, you said!"
But the loved lips are cold,
Among the wild roses red
red as her dress is red, red as the ground is red.
Or somesuch.
Anyway, female-sung country is really good at appeasing my occasional craving for what I call la-la-la music, and male-sung country is either hilarious or just awesome.
I don't care how lame it might be, I enjoy a song like this:
"I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
Well I got some little problems and the only way to solve 'em is the sure-fire way I know.
And when the going gets tough, well the tough get going to the little bar down the road."
In completely unrelated news, I think I may be in love with Neil Gaiman.
I have decided that I quite like country music to drive to on long stretches of road. Country music seems to be unfairly dismissed. Even aside from accepted "good" country like Johnny Cash, there is something about its folkness and indulgent stories that really gets to me. I like stories and ballads, dammit, and I don't much mind if they're cheesy sometimes. Somehow liking folk is considered ok, but country isn't. Anyway, as far as cheesyness and melodrama goes, what's the difference between Nick Cave's Murder Ballads and country, anyway?
It's all very Romantic, really. For me, it goes back to the long Romantic paeans of various poets that I loved to read as a child, all about bleeding soldiers dying away from their homeland, and wicked wanton women, and false lovers, and tragic abandoned gypsy girls. No faithful dogs in those poems, but there were trusty horses.
After the Romantic poets, I was much taken with the ridiculously over-the-top mock-folk ballads that my cousin and older girl friends used to sing to me, to pass evenings by. Those were often silly, but always had that vein of Romanticism and morbidity--tragic kings, betrayed queens, mysterious castles and lonely roads, dead young men, faithful young women, and lots of roses and blood and pathos. I'd also say it was Goth, but I've already went on at length how Romantic and Goth basically tend towards the same thing.
You know, they'd go something like this:
...And the blood pools below
bright and heavy and red
red as her dress is red, red as her dress is red.
The girl cradles his head,
"You'd never leave me, you said!"
But the loved lips are cold,
Among the wild roses red
red as her dress is red, red as the ground is red.
Or somesuch.
Anyway, female-sung country is really good at appeasing my occasional craving for what I call la-la-la music, and male-sung country is either hilarious or just awesome.
I don't care how lame it might be, I enjoy a song like this:
"I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
Well I got some little problems and the only way to solve 'em is the sure-fire way I know.
And when the going gets tough, well the tough get going to the little bar down the road."
In completely unrelated news, I think I may be in love with Neil Gaiman.