Friday, 30 January 2009

How to write a country song...

There are certain fundamentals to the country song, as in Country & Western (C&W).
They often deal with love; the loss of, celebration of, longing for, unrequited or disappointment concurrent with; the passion and violence.
But by far it is the loss of love that is the mal amour of the country ballad, with some notable exceptions. Love can be lost in many ways in "Country", but often it is violence or abandonment, violent because of acts of or sudden brutal death, essentially stories of domestic and matrimonial disharmony.
The story of the "wronged" woman is predominantly abandonment and those of the men the act of abandoning because of numerous factors, often jailing or authoritarian conflict whilst trying to "Do the right thing".
Providing for the family, protecting the innocent, 
extracting revenge; or defense, of oneself, the family and the object of love.
It is in essence a lament of despair, but of despair passed, 
of progress and remembrance.
They could be regarded as pleas of justification, of cries of innocence and justifiable reasoning, for the living, for continued life and possible new found love, made to the departed.
Equally as often a memorial to the love lost that could never be replaced, a lament of questioning confusion. Proof of veracity of love held, longing and loss. 
Not always for the wife/lover/child, commonly for the maternal figure, sibling or way of life, a longing to return to happier times, a celebration of suffering.
Always personal, biographical, lived and experienced the hard way, usually from childhood, resonating over the years, terminal bad luck and hardship.
Almost by definition C&W classics cannot be uplifting in the usual sense, thou hopeful in their yearning and positive in their message,  but only because of the beauty of grief, in all it's aspects and causes, it is managed and dealt with, reasoned and accepted, grudgingly and with difficulty, but ultimately reveled 
and glorified, in celebration and to do justice to the memory of 
those departed or left behind.
Safe in the knowledge that one day, somehow, reconcilement awaits.

...Or my dog is dead and Nanny is a cripple.

A classic self parody is the Johnny Cash track 
"The man who couldn't cry".

Conforming to the accepted with it's suffering & hardships, uplifting in it's ultimately (thou' final) outcome, yet radical in it's retributionary payback for his persecutors.A truer illustration of the humor underlying the C&W song, in this case illustrated in the forefront, could be hard to find.  A counterpoint and personal response to the perfect illustration of the suffering of the country song writer,  "Hurt"





Encompassing in that single word tittle every possible combination of circumstances and driving forces, descriptions and reasons for the country song.
(follow hyperlnks for lyrics)

MONSTER!


I hate insects/spiders and so on. But this i thought was a rather spectacular thing to spot on the window of a Little Chef service station. No?
It was very calm and content and didn't move or react to numerous photos and close inspection. Now i would call this a grasshopper, I'm sure it is, but is it a native of the UK or a lost migrator, do grasshoppers migrate? I', pretty sure it's not a locust, my entomology knowledge comes only from watching Antz, so i could be wrong, but it does look like Hopper.....
although strangely i really rather like ants.

Thursday, 29 January 2009

More Decorating and pet names


We are decorating the bedroom, going for lighter colours, and wallpaper.
Karen has been doing sterling work with the roller and brushes again.
But, and I must say this, it's only a matter of time now till another comment is left on the wall.  As you can see Seb has left his mark, and his carrot on the wall.
The "Grossfarter" thing is a bit harder to explain, suffice to say it's not the literal translation of the German that Karen was going for, I have a problem with wind by all accounts.

Friday, 23 January 2009

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Poser.


Sometimes i think he knows that he is cute.Like when he nibbles the curtains. Little bugger.Or maybe it's continueing protest at having the "Op".

Cheeky man!


Seb being cheeky and not doing much else.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Rattle rattle.


The joys of late night rail travel will never cease to amaze and baffle me.the almost magical scytheing thru the landscape,this fallen lighthouse hurtling ever onwards to home and away. The animal instincts of travellers for ever protecting their temporary burrow,safe behind their seat walls from the horrors of eye contact and interaction with strangers. Anxious for the arrival of that knight of the wheeled rocket,the ticket inspector. Imbued with the dark arts, to difuse conflict, protect the innocent and spirit away the safely stored ticket from it's last resting place to some Area 51 of luggage interior (and in extreme cases,exterior)pocket, never before encountered in years of use and since that first exploration determining suitability and practicality, true capacity and robustness.

Waiting....


Again the privatised shambolic UK rail system delivers on its promise."See the sights of Britain",as long as the sights you want to see are the platforms of wintery stations.

Monday, 12 January 2009

Windermere at dusk


Another late night me work.but at least there was something a bit prettier to look at.

We share our house with...

This is Seb (full name Sebastian Salvatore) our rabbit.
He's not a pet as that would imply he does what we tell him, he doesn't.