The Wildwood Flower

The song "Traveling Soldier" by The Dixie Chicks makes me weep like a baby. Every time that third verse comes around it's all over. I had not heard this song in quite a while so I listened to it in my dad's car while driving to Sonic for a Route 44 root beer. It made me get all weepy again, but, this time, I noticed something I'd never noticed before! The traveling soldier doesn't die! I don't know why I always assumed he died. I guess because the piccolo player in the marching band was crying under the bleachers. She's just crying because she missed him, though! The line asks for the people at the football game to bow their heads for a list of local Vietnam vets. Believe it or not, this was quite a relief to me. Discovering this improved my shitty Saturday and turned it into something sort of decent.

Anyway, I pulled out the CD case today and read the lyrics. Apparently the people at the football game were asked to bow their head for a list of local Vietnam dead. Fuck.

In other news, my head is killing me.

I finally saw that documentary The Bridge. That's not the type of movie someone like me should be watching. It was about as rough as it gets.

I have two new pairs of jeans. They actually fit. I don't know that I've owned a pair of jeans that fit in ten years, except for the pair I got three months ago that no longer fit. So, that's that. Fittin' jeans!

I'm trying to learn how to play bluegrass guitar proficiently. I've got "Wildwood Flower" down pretty well. It's hard to find the right songs and/or tabs. I'm not good enough to play most of the bluegrass I like listening too. Or, rather, I'm not patient enough to sit down and learn it by ear and I can't find any tabs for it. Yeah.

My plant is still alive. He's looking pretty weird on one side, though. Hmm... Still green, so whatever.

Hey, how about that NBA? The mafia deciding outcomes of games is the most interesting thing to happen to the league in 12 years or so.

I'm sick. Gotta go to bed.