When I was ten, my father held me on his shoulders above the crowd To see a train draped in mourning pass slowly through our town His widow kneeled with all their children at the sacred burial ground And the TV glowed that long hot summer with all the cities burning down
Friday Guilty Pleasure:I Feel Lucky, Mary Chapin Carpenter
Party like it’s 1992, ya’ll.
ED NOTE: Tumblr has given me an infuriatingly hard time a serious rash of bullshit this morning as I’ve been trying to post this silly song – a song which was meant to be funny (only to me and maybe RT) because nothing is going right this week. Thanks for adding emphasis, Tumblr. You’re so predictable.
This song seems like a link in a chain that includes Lucinda Williams’ “Passionate Kisses”, Rosanne Cash’s “Seven Year Ache” and Mary Chapin Carpenter’s “He Thinks He’ll Keep Her”: a kind of soft, jangly almost-country rock that doesn’t exactly fit into any one category. I wouldn’t say that it’s exclusively female, but I’m not sure if there’s a male counterpart…The Gin Blossoms, maybe? Or “Fourth Of July” by X, perhaps. It’s music I like, but it seems very locked into a very specific time–approximately 1987–1992 or so. A brief, strange window when this kind of thing was somewhat popular. I don’t think I’m being very clear here. Alas.