Ok maybe I don't need alligators

I don't really know anything about country music besides Johnny Cash. I've been to a few country bars like the one in Chatsworth. I can't remember the name of it, but it was a fun bar. Everyone was really nice. It's the one that hangs the Confederate Flag and teaches line dancing. 

I get and respect country music is a way of life in part stemming from hardships, works of labor, and heartache; the truest art of simplicity, a man, a woman, a guitar, and the blues with a touch of southern. It's not about technicalities and that in itself is beautiful.  

I grew up in a Midwest suburb but I know labor. I know what it means with my own hands. I know the farming life, and I know about the machine shops of industry, and the politics of each trade. I worked in both environments, as did my friends and their parents, sometimes on brutal sides of opposition between occupation and union.

For the most part my personal life is rather simple, intentionally, but every now and again, very rarely, someone comes along who can't just do the right thing, and leave peacefully. And the only music that relates to those times, for me, is country music.

And while I can't relate to the lyrics -- no I've never been to Folsom Prison, or watched an ex lover get married -- I can relate to the feeling of being internally overwhelmed with frustration.

Without going into too much detail, someone I was involved with made an investment with me. I made an investment with him. It was a joint mistake but he wanted me to bear the brunt of the investment, just pile it all on me and walk away without an ounce of responsibility. And for a while I allowed that to happen because it was easier for me mentally and emotionally, than dealing with him. It's a wasted venture chasing after someone who proved to be utterly irresponsible.

But then,

I couldn't bear the brunt of the investment any longer. And it pissed me off that he just sat back and let me. Long story short, I made him take financial responsibility (which made him mad) but after a very lengthy negotiation we made an agreement, entirely in his favor, he had to take some financial responsibility but not all he's responsible for, and in our agreement it released him from thousands of dollars, and I did so because he said he got a girl pregnant and couldn't afford the entire sum. 

But,

Rather than sign the new agreement releasing him from thousands of dollars, he's just sitting on the agreement for no other reason than to be further irresponsible... and because then he would have no other reason to see or talk to me ever again. 

In truth the country song belongs to the poor girl who's pregnant by him because he won't take responsibility. We can only hope she has money and a good family or we (tax payers) are going to be the ones taking care of her and her child.

And that is a country song in the making if ever there was one.

Still,

If there's no pickup trucks,

Or 24 hour roadside bar,

Or prison,

It's not a country song. 



9:50am


Look what I found. Awesome!

I'm in the mood to drink some beers tonight with a cowboy!

Cowboys don't like Asian girls though, do they?

Do they make country songs like this anymore?

It's by Loretta Lynn.

 

Well your pet name for me is Squaw
When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl
And all that lovin' on me won't make things right

Well you're leavin' me at home to keep the tee pee clean
A-six papooses to break and wean
Well, your Squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well I found out, a-big brave chief
The game you were huntin' for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds and get outta my sight

This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well-a that fire water that a you've been drinkin'
Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinkin'
Since you've been on that love makin' diet

Now don't hand me that old peace pipe
There ain't no pipe can settle this fight
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight

Well I found out a-big brave chief
The game you're a hunting for ain't beef
Get offa my huntin' grounds and get outta my sight

This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad
You don't need no more of what you've already had
Your Squaw is on the warpath tonight
Yeah, your Squaw is on the warpath tonight

-- Loretta Lynn
I love her hair! There isn't enough Aquanet in the world to hold my Asian hair up like that, I've tried!