On the plus side, there were no boy bands yet.
In Walgreens this a.m. looking for baby Orajel (which Target doesn’t sell – weird, huh?), I am assaulted by that goddamned “Good mornin' America how are ya / somethin somethin train somethin New Orleans” song (can’t be arsed to look it up, earworm already in FULL EFFECT, kthxbai). I said out loud at louder-than-conversational volume, “This is the worst song in the history of recorded music.” And this one guy walking past, probably early 40s, Dockers and a blazer, looks me right in the eye and says flatly, “Yup.”
Fucking awesome!
The seventies. God. All that national interest in, like, the open road, and trucking, and hillbillies, and kuntry-style songs that tell stories, ugh.
Fucking awesome!
The seventies. God. All that national interest in, like, the open road, and trucking, and hillbillies, and kuntry-style songs that tell stories, ugh.
Labels: balls o'clock a.m., rando
posted by Gleemonex at 11:10 AM
8 Comments:
This is my beef with a LOT of the music on the market: quit trying to get me to come sit down at your ankles, cross-legged, with hands in my lap for story time!
I don't want to hear about a mugging and how you begged him, ironically, not to take the girl in exactly the opposite way as you did in days of yore.
I don't want to hear about what she was wearing, or how she was dancing, or how you were hittin' that shit up in the club.
I don't want to hear about goddamned Earl.
And I don't want to hear about the legion ways your heart was broken again and again and again and again by a "girl", Chris Carrabba.
Just, I don't know, make some words in time with music and just... wrap it up.
Jory darlin, you and me = BFFs, I swear to you!
I gotta disagree with you here. Ballads like the Spirit of New Orleans (and anthem to the end of passenger trains) and the Edmund Fitzgerald and the like, tell important stories about this country's shifting cultural and societal mores in a manner that's palatable to the masses and maybe even teaches them a little something about history in spite of themselves. That's gotta be better than unleashing another sappy love song on the world.
Well, Karla -- I'll give you "Hurricane" (LOVE that frickin song), but oh man, that other stuff just drives me NUTS. One person's history lesson may be another person's unbearable dirge, heh. After yesterday's Unfortunate Incident, I had to blast some Pixies on my iPod -- the stories they tell (about, for example, an underwater guy who controlled the seas but got killed by ten million pounds of sludge from New York and New Jersey, or about how the aliens are gonna land right on the Vegas Strip) are done in a couple of minutes with guitar and distorsh that make me want to tip over shit and start fires ... but in a GOOD way.
Okay, I have to weigh in on this. I do occasionally like "story songs". The nostalgia for a "Spirit of New Orleans" (Arlo Guthrie, btw) is part of my fascination with the land. Woody Guthrie was really good at this. It's sort of whiny protest song, but it's meaningful; history that you're not bored to death listening to if you will.
My favorite Arlo Guthrie song..."Alice's Restaurant". All 14 minutes and 27 seconds of it. About the town of Stockbridge, MA and the draft, but very little about Alice, or the restaurant. Extremely enlightening though.
WOODY, yes; Arlo, not so much. :-)
Yay Internets!
I will send you a dollar or a cookie if you will download "Goin' Up Country" from iTunes and listen to it ten times in a row.
Tell me if that isn't the WORST SONG EVER. Just tell me.
And no, even though it sounds like it is, it is not kermit.
Oh man, I know that song, PSP ... and you've given me a SOLID contender for WSE. Solid.
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