Everyone is king when there’s no one left to pawn.
-Beat the Devil’s Tattoo
There are two entities I would like
to blame for this problem, Spotify and the friend who introduced me to Spotify.
In reality, my friend probably doesn’t even know of the problem she has
enabled. But Spotify had to have known, when putting together its Southern
Gothic playlist, that they were feeding some kind of habit.
This habit of mine is to listen to
the Civil Wars, standing by the window, my grandma’s quilt wrapped around my
shoulders, bathed in the morning light. I imagine I’m watching over my daddy’s
drought-ravaged tobacco field, wondering if my beau survived the gunfight at
the local bar. My trusty mutt lies at my feet, waiting for me to grab the
family shotgun and wreak vigilantly justice on our remote, lawless town.
Except I’m in suburban Minnesota,
have never fired a gun in my life, and own a Shih Tzu whose afraid of the vacuum
cleaner. My parents are from small town Wisconsin, but even that town has a
Walmart now.
Not that this isn’t my father’s
fault. Instead of playing Radio Disney in the car like a normal parent of preschooler,
he played old school country music for the entirety of my childhood. By the
time I was eight, Folsom Prison Blues by
Johnny Cash was my favorite song. It's not quite the eerie, folky feeling of Southern Gothic music, but you can see how it led me here.
You can see how this would mess with
a young girl’s psyche, to the point where she watches Winters Bone and thinks “That would be kinda cool.” Or to the point
where I say “y’all” around my friends, when we all know I’m about as country as
1989 era Taylor Swift.
There’s no universal message that can
be drawn from this obsession, except maybe that one shouldn’t let their
impressionable daughter listen to Mammas
Don’t Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys. That one should remind their
daughter how lucky she is to watch True
Detective in her perfectly lawful city? That Southern life is pretty much
the same as Midwestern life except with different accents? I don’t know.
Clearly I’m not distanced enough from this subject. I’m listening to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club while
writing this.
Does this happen to anyone else? Is there a certain type of
music that transforms your imaginative self into someone you could never be?
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