1960’s country. There’s a bit more than that though.
It was the spring of 2002. I’d just been fired from another radio gig. I was living in a shithole town in Northern Ontario called Dryden.
Now bear in mind, at this point in my life, I’m 22 years old, have been working full time in radio for four years and have been fired from every radio job I’ve ever had.
I felt like I’d failed. I had friends that had gone up north to work on the rigs and made over a hundred grand a year. Meanwhile the most money I’d ever made annually was 22 grand, and I wasn’t even able to hold a job longer that eight months.
My father was kind of telling me to give up on radio and take a gig at a plastics factory in Winnipeg. I know that’s cliche for a guy to say, “My dad was crushing my dreams, man!”
But he wasn’t, he just worried about me and wanted me to have a job and not wind up a failed broadcasting cliche.
Still, the whole situation sucked. I would sit in my apartment and get destroyed drunk listening to 1960’s country. And Merle Haggard was my man.
Just listen to that and tell me it doesn’t make you feel like you need to wear a jean jacket and get destroyed drunk at a bar that wouldn’t pass a health inspection.
I dunno if I drank too much cause that’s what I was listening to or I listened to that cause I drank too much. Regardless those six months (Feb 2002 – Late July 2002) were the darkest of my life.
This is classic 1960’s country, man. It’s just a story about being a bag of shit instead of a human. If you look at the lyrical content it’s identical to the cliche rap that winds up on Fox News.
Now this isn’t Merle, but it’s Johnny Cash. I’m putting this on here cause I know people will immediately name drop Johnny Cash when country music is mentioned. “I don’t like country, but Johnny Cash is cool.”
So if you like THIS … then you’ll like Merle. Give him a listen. He will be missed.