Monday, July 13, 2015

Val Brings You Down

Time got away from me today. So you get another vignette from our writer's conference experience.

Our big day was not without tears. Hick cannot even be blamed for the FIRST set of sniffles. He had nothing to do with it. He was driving us along, rambling on about this and that, as he is wont to do. The Pony and I were pointedly ignoring him, as we are wont to do. "Look over there, Pony. See that field? That corn is blah blah blah (insert Charlie Brown's teacher's wah wah wah here). I reached over to turn up the radio, which we had not heard for the previous 30 minutes, what with concentrating on fighting over directions. More on that another day.

As the volume came up, a song was winding down. Then the next one started. It was "Holes in the Floor of Heaven," by Steve Wariner. It was country music single of the year in 1998. In case you're not a country music fan, I am shocked here is the song, and here are the lyrics:

Holes in the Floor of Heaven
Song by Steve Wariner
One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away
i was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake
how i cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
mamma smiled, said don't be sad child, grandma's watching you today
cause theres holes in the floor of heaven
and her tears are pouring down,
that's how you know she's watching,
wishing she could be here now,
and sometimes if your lonely,
just remember she can see,
there's holes in the floor of heaven,
and she's watching over you and me,
seasons come, and seasons go, nothing stays the same
i grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name
year by year, we made a life, in this sleepy little town
i thought we'd grow old together, Lord, i sure do miss her now

I snuck a look at The Pony, sitting behind Hick, his heart on his sleeve. He was singing along quietly. He is not one for bursting into song. I must admit, a few tears leaked out the corners of my eyes.

Hick? I don't think he even noticed that song, though he IS a country music fan.

He was, perhaps, more concerned with the tail-end of the song that was playing when I turned up the radio:
Alan Jackson's "Who's Cheatin' Who?"

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Sorry to bring you down. As one comment on the video read:
This is the most depressing song ever.

10 comments:

  1. Val--You expected Hick to pay attention and notice the lyrics? Of a song? On the radio? In the car? What kind of world are you living in--a fantasy world?

    Men can't find their rear end with both hands. They can't find the underwear they tossed--oh so cavilerly--on the bathroom floor. They can't find their keys that they left in door lock (the outside side).

    Come down from that high perch of yours, Val. Stop reaching so far. Stop tiling at windmills.

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    1. What? You want me to stop my windmill-improvement process? Just when I've landed a show on HGTV? That, Madam, is asking too much.

      Hick only listens to the beat of his own drum. You are correct there. I, however, prefer to linger on the lyrics. Like " Vidalia" by Sammy Kershaw. "Sweet Vidalia, you always gotta make me cry."

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYs8bIGseoI

      Enjoy!

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  2. That truly is one sad song. Sniff...sniff...

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    1. I tried to warn you with my title! You weren't pickin' up what I was layin' down! Or maybe you were just dicing a Vidalia while reading blogs.

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  3. Oh. I meant "tilting" not tiling.

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    1. Back to my windmill-improvement project! Nevermind.

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  4. I listened to both of them. I like Hick's better.

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    1. Now that I've made a country music fan out of you, I think you would also enjoy "Chattahoochee." At least to see Alan Jackson water ski in jeans and a cowboy hat. Something Hick can't do.

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW5UEW2kYvc

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    2. I like the video of the one he does with Jimmy Buffett . . It's Five O'Clock Somewhere.

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    3. That's a good one, too. Genius always liked "Little Bitty" when he was a kid. He's not so fond of my Son of a Son of a Sailor album, though.

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