Whiskey & The Devil
It's harder than you'd think to write a blog entry while your wife is listening to Thistle & Shamrock. What the fuck is the deal with Irish music? I don't get it. It all sounds the same, and it just goes on for fucking ever. I've concluded from listening to its music, that Ireland is a nation of rapid cycling manic-depressives. They're either bleating out slow, miserable dirges of lost love or fiddling maniacally like over-stimulated leprechauns sauced up on speed. And god forbid there should be lyrics. There are three basic themes addressed:
- I was in love, but I fucked it all up with my fiddling, drinking and fighting.
- The winter in Ireland is long, dark, miserable, and rainy, but we get through with fiddling, drinking, and fighting.
- Either (1) or (2) above, sung in Gaelic.
I'm going out to the kitchen where I can escape from these dangerously intense feelings of vitality and deep emotions.
posted by Gart @ 5:21 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
What would happen if the Irish & the Country-music lovin' Texans got together??
Hopefully, the world will never know...
You think that's bad, you should hear some of the crap I listen to. It would make you question our friendship, it's that awful. I'll let you borrow it sometime.
Erik: Thanks for the CD.
Lisa: Your comment was so disturbing and provocative that it inspired a whole new post.
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