Can any good thing come out of Kingston, Ontario, Canada?[John 1:46]
You bet it can.
Admittedly, a lot of bad things go in to Kingston for a bit of a stay, as it is home to Canada's most notable maximum security penitentiary, Canada's San Quentin, basically -- but one good thing has definitely come out of there!
The band Tragically Hip!
On the way home, I had to zap my radio up to full volume when this song came on -- it's an oldie, from 1992, [from the album entitled Fully Completely] but still as mindlessly relevant today as it was then. I remember when this song came out, I was living in British Columbia at the time. And I just loved this song, and still do.
So I couldn't wait to get home and hit my iTunes where I have a plethora of The Hip on eternal standby.
Funny story -- for a long while I always thought that Gordon Downie was saying, toward the end of this song, "get a RACCOON to sing my eulogy…." only a decade or so later did I realize he's saying, "get RY COODER to sing my eulogy."
I'd opt for a raccoon.
Think of how neat-o that would be!
To me, it's profound, that one line where he says, "It would seem to me, I remember every single * * * * in' thing I know!"
Because I do.
I do.
You're right, a singing raccoon improves the song immensely!
ReplyDeleteAhhh, I take it that you are not a fan of the Hipsters.
ReplyDeleteIt's true, their music is not for everyone. In fact, at first I thought they were positively atrocious. Somehow, they sort of grew on me as I continued to listen to them. It was the same for me and Neil Young. At first I was all, "What the hell?"
Then again, there are other artists, beloved by many, who -- no matter HOW much I continue to hear them, I only grow to hate them more.... Bob Dylan and Billy Joel spring to the forefront of my mind as I say that.
But music -- other than religious devotion, it is probably the most non-transferable love there is.
Some worship what others abhor, etc.
And vicey-vercey.