I ended up going to my friend's wedding. I have to say, I'm very pleased that I did. It really would have been a scummy move on my part to skip it for selfish reasons, firstly. However, I did miss the actual ceremony, as I missed my alarm and slept in. This wouldn't have been a problem had I taken my usual route to Clarion, but I thought I-80 would be quicker - I was wrong. Dead wrong. It took probably an extra half-hour to get there - an extra half-hour that resulted in me being late. Gah. I was there for the reception, at least, and if I was getting married, that's what I'd really be concerned my friends were at.
The meeting of the ex went smoothly. Awkward, yes, but bearable. Her husband didn't even say "hello" to me the entire night, which I got a kick out of. Seriously, you're married to her - what's the problem? Seems kind of silly to get jealous about your wife talking to one of her exes from over five years ago.
Complete opposite of my friend Mike's wedding a couple of months ago. A *real* Irish wedding that was, with everyone drunk, including the bride and groom. This reception, however, wound down at about 7pm or so. A much more low-key affair, which makes sense, since Mike's wedding was attended by at least 15 or so of the brothers. There were 5 at this one, groom included.
But Mike convinced me to stay the night and have some alcohol-fueled revelry, and who was I to say no? It was great to really hang out with him again...felt like I could have been back in college again (which, considering there's an all-night pizza buffet in Clarion now, is quite tempting - yum). It's comforting to know that some things never change, though. I suppose a college town out in the sticks can always be relied upon for that.
I've been listening to a lot of the Band lately. "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" really is the intelligent response to Neil Young's "Southern Man" that Lynyrd Skynyrd could only dream of writing. (Even better considering that another Canadian penned it.) I wonder if I drink enough wiskey if my voice'll get as amazing as Levon Helm's.
But today's lyrics are the Band's "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)" since it relates a bit more to how I'm feeling now. He's down and out, but changes could be on the horizon. And besides, Autumn's right on the doorstep; always my favorite season, and one where I hope to close out a year into which some hard rain definitely did fall.
The Band - "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)"
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.
I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me;
And I'm bound to come out on top,
That's where I should be.
I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say,
For he's the one who hands me down my pay.
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
I'm a union man, now, all the way.
The smell of the leaves,
From the magnolia trees in the meadow,
King Harvest has surely come.
Dry summer, then comes fall,
Which I depend on most of all.
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let these crops grow tall.
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothin to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my shoes.
Scarecrow and a yellow moon,
And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town,
King Harvest has surely come.
Last year, this time, wasn't no joke,
My whole barn went up in smoke.
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein' so bad.
Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end.
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike."
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.
The meeting of the ex went smoothly. Awkward, yes, but bearable. Her husband didn't even say "hello" to me the entire night, which I got a kick out of. Seriously, you're married to her - what's the problem? Seems kind of silly to get jealous about your wife talking to one of her exes from over five years ago.
Complete opposite of my friend Mike's wedding a couple of months ago. A *real* Irish wedding that was, with everyone drunk, including the bride and groom. This reception, however, wound down at about 7pm or so. A much more low-key affair, which makes sense, since Mike's wedding was attended by at least 15 or so of the brothers. There were 5 at this one, groom included.
But Mike convinced me to stay the night and have some alcohol-fueled revelry, and who was I to say no? It was great to really hang out with him again...felt like I could have been back in college again (which, considering there's an all-night pizza buffet in Clarion now, is quite tempting - yum). It's comforting to know that some things never change, though. I suppose a college town out in the sticks can always be relied upon for that.
I've been listening to a lot of the Band lately. "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" really is the intelligent response to Neil Young's "Southern Man" that Lynyrd Skynyrd could only dream of writing. (Even better considering that another Canadian penned it.) I wonder if I drink enough wiskey if my voice'll get as amazing as Levon Helm's.
But today's lyrics are the Band's "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)" since it relates a bit more to how I'm feeling now. He's down and out, but changes could be on the horizon. And besides, Autumn's right on the doorstep; always my favorite season, and one where I hope to close out a year into which some hard rain definitely did fall.
The Band - "King Harvest (Has Surely Come)"
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.
I work for the union 'cause she's so good to me;
And I'm bound to come out on top,
That's where I should be.
I will hear ev'ry word the boss may say,
For he's the one who hands me down my pay.
Looks like this time I'm gonna get to stay,
I'm a union man, now, all the way.
The smell of the leaves,
From the magnolia trees in the meadow,
King Harvest has surely come.
Dry summer, then comes fall,
Which I depend on most of all.
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear my call?
Please let these crops grow tall.
Long enough I've been up on Skid Row
And it's plain to see, I've nothin to show
I'm glad to pay those union dues,
Just don't judge me by my shoes.
Scarecrow and a yellow moon,
And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town,
King Harvest has surely come.
Last year, this time, wasn't no joke,
My whole barn went up in smoke.
My horse Jethro, well he went mad
And I can't remember things bein' so bad.
Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen
Tellin' us our hard times are about to end.
And then, if they don't give us what we like
He said, "Men, that's when you gotta go on strike."
Corn in the fields.
Listen to the rice when the wind blows 'cross the water,
King Harvest has surely come.
pmonkeyesquire:
weird, i was jsut going to ask you about The Band. that's my Autumn music. but i've been having a lot of Jungian coincedences lately. they dont even surprise me anymore. i think I'm in tune with some thing in the psychic either, or God is telling me something...