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April 16, 2011

Wagon Wheel, and other songs

An accident, really, I was trying to text someone and I hit the wrong button and before long I was playing country music on my phone.

First night since I moved in that I didn't actively hate this apartment. Something about drinking too much and listening to some good songs. I like when Randy Travis says he's been diggin' up bones, or when Travis Tritt sings "Chances Are" (though the new version by Garrett Hedlund is better, I think.)

This place is just like that crappy apartment I had when I first moved to the city, a hundred years ago back when I was working at the newspaper and struggling to get by and something about the country songs made me remember it in a rearview mirror kind of way. Like nothing is really as bad as it seems. Like one day this will be a good song, except I can't carry a tune in a bucket.

I love country music. And I love being one of three people in all of Los Angeles who loves country music. You can't feel bad when you're twanging. Until I turned fourteen years old I believed that George Jones was related to me. All my uncles would quote him, and we listened to him all the time, and I was just a kid anyway, so what did I know? I thought George was some cousin or something, one of those family members we talked about but didn't trot out at family reunions. I mean, hell, he stopped loving her today.

So I was just laying there on the bed, it's hot outside so I had the window open a crack and you can hear the sirens and traffic. I'm trying to send a text and I hit the wrong button and now my phone is playing, "One day I ventured in love, never once suspecting what the final results would be..." and before long I've gone through Freddy Fender, Merle Haggard, Randy Travis. And George Strait is singing, "I'm carrying your love with me..."

And after a while nothing seemed that bad. Not even this apartment.

I'm practically related to old George Jones anyway. Now I just got to find a way to work in mama, and a train, and an old dog and we got us a SONG. A surefire HIT. AMEN.

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Posted by laurie at April 16, 2011 11:01 PM