My mum’s second favourite artist is the King of the Cowboy
ballad, Don Williams.
The only guy who comes ahead of him is this awesome greek dude.
look at all that glorious facial hair... |
I remember her getting quite upset on realizing that my
uncle (her younger brother) had gone back to Uni with her Don Williams tapes. “Surely,
why would anyone do that??!!” she said in vexation, as she ransacked his mostly empty
wardrobe. She never got them back. Poor Mummy.
For most people in this country, there is nothing at all foreign
about country music, and if you think about it, that’s a little weird. This morning, matatu FM played two Kenny Rogers hits back to
back and I remembered seeing this (slightly uncomfortable) video of Jimmy Kimmel talking to Kenny Rogers about his popularity here. Does anyone actually know why country music is a staple in Kenya?
My theory is that it was brought by all those American, mid-western evangelists
who came in the 80s and 90s, but that sounds weak. Do you guys know? Does
anyone know?
I thought about it a little more and realized that it's that not crazy that it's quite popular, cause as a genre, country music is actually, quite fantastic. Almost
always beautifully arranged with lovely, emotive melodies and really well-written
stories, it has some of the most sonically pleasing songs I have ever heard. Then I remembered that I had even found one I really liked last week.
Is that grass in her mouth? |
“Merry go round” by Kacey Musgraves is a poignant,
brutally-honest, sad and sorta-funny look on the prescribed way of life for a woman
in the American south. It's really, quite beautiful.
I think women from everywhere can relate to it because
we are all expected to fit a certain mold and we often get caught up in the trappings
of trying to fulfill these set roles. In the end most of us live lives that are not
actually our own.
The writing in this song is just A+++. I mean, just amazing.
Cause mama's hooked on
Mary Kay.
Brother's hooked on
Mary Jane.
Daddy's hooked on Mary
two doors down.
Mary, Mary, quite
contrary.
We get bored, so, we
get married.
Just like dust, we
settle in this town.
On this broken merry
go 'round and 'round and 'round we go
Where it stops nobody
knows and it ain't slowin' down.
This merry go 'round.
Got a grammy by the way.
I think, if there are more songs like this, perhaps we need a little
country revival in these parts? It’s certainly a welcome change from the mostly
vapid stuff we listen to anyway. Maybe? Yes? Let me know.
K.
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