In my search for new and cool indie folk music, I’ve discovered a few new things…well, new for me at least.
The addition of banjo in any song adds a little extra dash of magic. To me, it is a summer instrument that makes me think of road trips. Perhaps in it’s ability to make each chord of a song feel like it is being stretched and pushed right into the next. It might just be in the clarity and simplicity it brings to each song. No matter how loud or distorted the sound might be in a song, the lonely banjo, in it’s own quiet little way, makes it’s voice heard.
What is it with the elderly driving large cars? I mean, I have nothing against the elderly, nor do I have anything against big cars but putting the two together creates an automatic war zone in any metropolitan area.
I literally feel like I’m suddenly a stealth fighter, trying to anticipate my enemy’s moves. I mean, I was driving downtown tonight and literally, I feel this presence beside me. A haunting, wavering, hovering presence. A quick glance to my left revealed the enemy. A man that had to be in his 80’s, hunched over the steering wheel, squinting his enemy stare through large, thick glasses.
With my heightened awareness, I immediately sized up the situation. Ok, a three lane road, not much other traffic on the road, some slushy conditions, nighttime. If I had to speed up or brake to avoid this hazard, I could and more importantly, if I had to change lanes to get around and ahead of him I could do that as well…
The enemy crept closer beside me, taunting me by crossing over the broken lines on the road. I slowed down a bit, allowing him to play out his attack. He pressed on the brakes seeing that the road went downhill. This obviously threw him off course and gave me a chance to play into his faults. I eased by him with my guard up, only looking back to ensure he wasn’t about to pull a trick move.
Phew! That was a close one and there are many other enemies like that out on the road. You just have to keep your guard up and have a game plan is all.
Seven years ago, my parents moved to a small town up North. I love it up there. I’ve always said that and I mean it. I love the fresh air, the friendliness of the community, the absence of big box stores (for the most part). I savour the fresh air and being by the water. I like that every time I come up, my parents see fit to inform me on all of the new things that have happened in town (i.e., new restaurants, a changed store sign and sometimes some small town political rift).
I am up visiting right now and my Mom and I had to go to a store today to return an item. As usual we walked in and my Mom immediately struck up a conversation with the clerk:
“You probably don’t remember me.”
“Of course I do!”
This sure doesn’t happen down in the big city. It was something else though…something that, if I ever lived here, could still not pull off and something that indeed only occurs in small towns. We completed the return and as we left the store, the clerk called after us:
“See ya’s later!”
Ummm…now, I know I’m a bit of a stickler for grammar but the amazing thing about this was that this person made the phrase sound perfectly normal to my ears. Even with a lot of practice, I know I would still be unable to pull that off and make it roll off the tongue like this person did. My next thought was: How does one respond to such a phrase? I suppose these would be some appropriate responses:
“No, I’ll see YOU’S later”
“You mean, see ya’s later alligators” This one would then be followed by the person in turn responding “After awhiles crocodiles”
“Ok, I’se will”