over wet sand back to the bench where your clothes were stolen....
I am indulging in my inner rainy day, today.
Morrisey...hmmm, not too different from country if one were to make the connection. Dan has recently found country and has been listening to it (apparently) regularly while in the frame shop. Here's a guy surrounded by rotary saws, vice grips, nails, staples, angles, sawdust, etc. cutting and building frames out of golden baroque and sleek contemporary strips of wood listening to the raw twang of country - interesting juxtaposition in my mind. The feeling of which not too far from Morrisey, really.
Dan confessed to me his growing interest in that genre of music. My first instinct was to rebel. The music represents all from which I try to separate myself. Granted, I do like Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and I admit that while wincing inside against the backlash of "what the?" that never really comes because those artists have a sort of alternative credibility, I enjoy the naked emotion and pathos that this genre of music evokes. Herein lies the rub: I ... am ... a ... hypocrite! I spew open mindedness, yet I fail to be open to Dan and his newfound interest. I was able to support his interest in the Spice Girls and therefore should be equally supportive.
Morrisey...hmmm, not too different from country if one were to make the connection. Dan has recently found country and has been listening to it (apparently) regularly while in the frame shop. Here's a guy surrounded by rotary saws, vice grips, nails, staples, angles, sawdust, etc. cutting and building frames out of golden baroque and sleek contemporary strips of wood listening to the raw twang of country - interesting juxtaposition in my mind. The feeling of which not too far from Morrisey, really.
Dan confessed to me his growing interest in that genre of music. My first instinct was to rebel. The music represents all from which I try to separate myself. Granted, I do like Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline and I admit that while wincing inside against the backlash of "what the?" that never really comes because those artists have a sort of alternative credibility, I enjoy the naked emotion and pathos that this genre of music evokes. Herein lies the rub: I ... am ... a ... hypocrite! I spew open mindedness, yet I fail to be open to Dan and his newfound interest. I was able to support his interest in the Spice Girls and therefore should be equally supportive.