Saturday, October 07, 2006
Sieur de Montaigne, the Beatles and J. D. Crowe and the New South
My stomach rumbled today, and that made me think of...."
Not a good tribute to Montaigne, the inventor of the essay, but it's sure fun to think along those lines.
Eight hundred years of French culture to produce a Montaigne, and until I read the dude, I though it was something I'd been doing all along.
But my stomach did rumble today, no doubt the result of eight double-strength beers, which puts you into a state of mind of extreme vulnerability, and the state of your bowels even worse.
We got time for a crap joke here, Jaye Wells? Ha.
Yeah, my stomach rumbled today, especially after listening to vintage Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Band and a good night of TV for a change, watching wonderful Bluegrass with J.D. Crowe and the New South: Those boys can play!
I once tried to follow the literary advice that most stories are best with three elements; tried it once, in fact and found it didn't work. Artificial plots can sometimes do one in.
Largely, I find things working best at Pick, Pluck and Pray, which is more along the lines with our outsopken TV puppet here, Ed the Sock than the great Sieur de Montaigne.
But I'll try three ideas all at once anyway.
My stomach rumbled today. Made me think, in some parallel universe, of the noble Frog.
And then Yellow Submarine, which made me think of the Fab Four.
And finally, J. D. Crowe of the New South, especially some of the "Jesus" songs, for which I have a certain affinity.
...I did grow up with Hank Williams after all, and he was no stranger to songs of the Bible.
My stomach rumbled today because it struck me that we all live in a yellow submarine and it it only through true-blue American culture that we can ever come home again, come home to Applachia, that original source of Anglo-German-Irish ditties that has fed so much popular music ever since the British Invasion.
We all live in a yellow submarine, and if we don't watch it, we may yet get torpedoed by a killer sub made in our own shipyards.
America is losing soldiers every day.
We are losing soldiers almost every day.
So when I heard that bluegrass band singing "Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner weep", I found some reason for the knot in my stomach. We kicked the shit out of the Aztecs, and yet we are back to human sacrifice and I for one can't stomach it.
Up periscope in the yellow submarine. Wake the fuck up!
Not for nothing is the South singing, "Jesus' blood can make the vilest sinner weep."
And I ain't even religious.