This blog will host my ramblings about life. To be a bit more specific, I'll probably focus on these subjects: music, sports, food, the everyday beauty of life, and the comedy/tragedy/absurdity of our existence. That about covers it.
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Random Notes from a Crank
Friday, August 1, 2025
Music Friday: "South Texas Lawman"
Friday, August 27, 2021
Music Friday: "Canola Fields"
Monday, December 14, 2020
Stay Positive: Five Sad Songs
I mentioned this in a recent Music Friday post, but after reading Ander Monson's "The Sadnesses of March" in his collection I Will Take the Answer, I thought about the two-person committee's selection of "Here Comes a Regular" from The Replacements.
I noted another sad song from The Replacements that is an opus of sadness: "Answering Machine."
I also like sad songs. They make us empathize with the precarious, pathos-laden nature of the human condition.
So I'm featuring some other sad songs that the committee might want to check out if they ever revive the tournament with songs from different eras. I will note that most of them are about death in some way, so I'm thinking about doing another post of this ilk to focus on sad songs not necessarily related to death.
"Elephant" by Jason Isbell
Nothing like a song about cancer to make people cry when he performs this in concert. As is typical of Isbell's fine work, he's a master storyteller. The song's persona is the husband of a woman who has cancer.
Lyrics of Note: "We burn these joints in effigy and cry about what we used to be/ and try to ignore the elephant somehow."
"Puttin' People on the Moon" by the Drive-By Truckers
I thought about a number of songs by DBT to put here, especially from their last few albums that are strongly political, but this is a classic DBT sad song that features healthy smidges of anger and despair. And I like this live version better than the one on The Dirty South.
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Lyrics of Note: "Another joker in the White House said a change is coming 'round./ But I'm still working at the Wal-Mart and Mary Alice in the ground."
"Ballad of the Dying Man" by Father John Misty
Mr. Tillman is adept at social commentary. I wouldn't call this a traditional sad song, but it's one that makes us think about one's addiction to technology, which harnesses a certain kind of Black Mirror kind of sadness.
Lyrics of Note: "What he'd give for one more day to rate and analyze/ the world in his image as of yet/ to realize what a mess to leave behind."
"Holiday" by James McMurtry
This song is so fitting for the holiday season. McMurtry is one of the finest lyricists alive right now. For me, this tune explicates a regret for people like me who no longer have their parents in this world. Some of my fondest memories are when my large family would get together for Xmas eve. Aside from my personal reaction, the lyrics expose the dread some people have for the holidays and presents images of loneliness.
Lyrics of Note: "Silent and shattered and numb to the core,/ they count themselves lucky/ they got through one more holiday."
"Speed Trap Town" by Jason Isbell
Here we go with Isbell again. Like "Elephant," it's a tightly constructed narrative about visiting a father for the last time in an ICU and the persona's decision to leave.
Friday, July 17, 2020
Music Friday: "Bayou Tortuous"
If that's the case, I'm looking forward to it.
Here's the opening song on Just Us Kids.
Friday, June 21, 2019
Music Friday: "Fireline Road"
A classic tale told by James McMurtry.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Top Twentysomething Albums of 2015
Like I did in 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, and 2014, I'm providing my top twenty some albums that came out this year. After the top twenty, there's a list of albums that deserve honorable mention.
As for the year in music, I see it as a decent year. On a personal level, halfway through the year, my car's cd player malfunctioned, so I've had the misfortune of having to listen to the radio stations around here. iTunes and my iPad have given me solace.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Music Friday: "These Things I've Come to Know"
I'm featuring a tune from McMurtry's album today, and it's "These Things I've Come to Know." This song reminds me of one of my favorite Jason Isbell tunes, "Streetlights."
Friday, July 12, 2013
Music Friday: "Too Long in the Wasteland"
However, I'll provide a video today from an artist who usually provides a skeptical and cranky view on all manner of subjects.
Below is James McMurtry and his band playing "Too Long in the Wasteland."
Friday, November 16, 2012
Music Friday: "Holiday,"
Today's song takes an acerbic look at Thanksgiving. And as I stated when I featured Choctaw Bingo last year, "Dark realism rarely sells."
"Holiday" is certainly dark and realistic, and I've provided the lyrics below the video.
Holiday by James McMurtry
The in-laws are waiting; the games have begun.
The cell phone keeps ringing: “Just don’t answer it hon.”
The whole thing’s arranged just to aggravate Dad.
And it’s amateur day on the old super slab.
The kids are strapped down like a half load of pipe,
All safe in their car seats they fuss and they gripe.
Well, you can’t hardly blame ‘em.
It must be a bitch, counting the crosses off down in the ditch.
This one’s got flowers, this one’s got a wreath,
This one’s got a name painted down underneath.
Was the road all iced up, were they going too fast?
Here’s five in a circle left from the last holiday.
Holiday.
There’s a three-trailer rig just a throwin’ up spray,
Not legal to run on this kind of a day.
But god damn the smokies and the four wheelers too.
Stay offa my bumpers, or the same goes for you.
Because they'll be none for him,
He that wants it the most
As he hauls it on out to the Oregon coast.
No turkey, no gravy, no Zinfandel wine,
You stay off to the right, and we’ll get along fine.
He’s missing the football, missing the fun.
He’d play with the grandkids, but he’s off on a run.
And some hat’s on the radio singing his song.
But it don’t make a damn--
He’s in for a long holiday.
Holiday.
Now granny she’s yelling,
She’s ready to eat.
She’s havin’ conniptions
‘Cause they won’t take their seats.
But she’s got ‘em all gathered now under one roof.
With her camcorder loaded,
She’s gonna get proof.
But do you have to wear that,
Well I just don’t see why,
Please pass the potatoes,
Aw eat shit and die,
Did you hear about Ellen, she’s leaving, you know
How ‘bout those Packers, think it’ll snow?
And the minute it’s over they’ll scatter like quail
Off down the freeway in the teeth of a gale.
Silent and shattered and numb to the core,
They count themselves lucky
They got through one more holiday.
Holiday.
The highway patrolman,
He stands in the rain.
He just lets it run down to soften the stain
Of the blood on his pant leg
From working that wreck.
And he won’t forget it
In time for the next holiday.
Departing Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert camo, all baggy and loose,
Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate.
The place sure looked different in 1968.
When he traveled with mom, first time on a plane,
To visit some kin, he’s forgotten their names,
But he remembers the soldiers, still in their teens
In their spit polished shoes and their pressed army greens,
With the creases so sharp, and their faces so smooth,
But their eyes looked so heavy, he wondered how they could move.
And now he’s got that same look, like his insides are black.
He’s in his mid-forties, and he has to go back.
And he can’t even smoke while he waits for his plane.
The uniform’s different, but the mission remains:
To do like they tell you, don’t make a fuss,
Why’s not an issue, so don’t think too much,
You just do what you have to, shut up and drive.
If you come apart later, well at least you’re alive.
You can get you some help, you can deal with it then,
And life will be better ‘til it happens again
‘Cause there’s something inside us that won’t let us be.
It stalks through our days ‘til it’s too dark to see.
And it’s damn near as deadly as Texans on ice.
Lord don’t they beat all.
Y’all have a nice holiday
Holiday.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
America's "Fiercest Songwriter"
It's neither long nor detailed, but it showcases his no nonsense, acerbic ethos. At least there's that.
When I get to thinking about the shallowness of the piece, at least going by his song lyrics, I think I can channel what McMurtry might say about the CNN piece: It exemplifies the lack of depth produced by the corporate media outlets.
Infotainment.
In somewhat related matters, I doubt FoxNews will ever do a short feature on McMurtry because he's been particularly critical of a fellow "Texan," George W. Bush. For example, see "Cheney's Toy."
Other than the annoying question I'm sure he has to answer all the time about his famous father, there wasn't a lot of discussion about McMurtry's influences, his long and distinguished career, his own musical style, and his lyrics that provide social commentary and sometimes dark humor about the American human condition.
From what I recall, the article I linked to in a Music Friday post in 2010 does a much better job of profiling the artist.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Music Friday: "Choctaw Bingo"
This song by James McMurtry, the son of Larry McMurtry, isn't really about bingo much at all. It's about a family reunion narrated from the point of view of someone who is anticipating the event.
As he sings, "we're gonna have us a time."
McMurtry deserves more critical attention. I don't know why he hasn't garnered more. Maybe it's because his songs are dark and realistic commentaries on the American experience like "I"m Not From Here," "Out Here in the Middle," "Hurricane Party," "Holiday," "Too Long in the Wasteland," and "We Can't Make it Here," which I featured on a Music Friday back in September.
Dark realism rarely sells.
In this song, one of his "hits," McMurtry pulls off song lyrics that string together feeding kids vodka on a car trip, perhaps a mail-order bride, "a great big ol' blue cat," Uncle Slayton cooking up meth instead of making moonshine, an interstate smoke shop, a fatal car wreck, high school football in Texas, a couple buying rifles and handguns with ammo, Rolling Stones lips outside a lingerie store, the narrator being attracted to second cousins in Daisy Dukes, his imagined boner, his uncle filching people with bad credit, and the uncle drinking at a gentlemen's club.
As you can tell, he sees the world through dark lenses.