Middle. Front or back, too. I'd be fine getting stuck there with her kind of somewhere.
A place too big to turn around in. A pace too slow to outstrip. A sun all alone in a sky so big that it's almost not bright enough to light up what's behind you, if you could ever turn around. I guess in a place so big, you're always looking forward. A place like Baie-Comeau, Quebec.
They have a town, sure, but it's broken in two. As though there was so much space that the town was afraid of being too small in it, so they made an upper, built a dam, then made a lower. All the same to me. The language didn't hurt too much. The gentility of that Quebecois warbling was a playful juxtaposition against the severed moose heads on the muddy pick-ups. The bleu-collar French. Open. Warm. Big. No matter where, the middle of nowhere has a way of making everybody big in the places of us that the most sought after somewheres tend to shrivel up.
8 comments:
I never thought of Quebec when I thought about The Big Empty... and I think about wide open spaces a LOT. Nice word picture there, Andy.
And the VIDEO! This one bears watching several times on a number of levels. The music is great, the woman singing is better, and the bar gestalt is right-frickin'-on. I've seen a lot of music videos set in bars, but this one is the best, ever. I'm stealing it, too.
It's all yours! I like it an awful lot, too.
That was some good picking and singing, Andy. I've lived most of my life in the middle o' nowhere. The big vast, emptiness of Northeastern Montana has a wild beauty. The perfect place for being alone, without lonesomeness. I would enjoy the Big Empty of Québec.
You know who she reminds me of, Andy? Madeleine Peyroux. That's who.
Madeleine Peyroux - Between the Bars
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FktNzLg_te4
That's a lovely bit of work there, Jewel. Thank you.
Andy, I saw that this morning via theft by Buck. I got distracted, then had to go to work, and just got back to real life on the 'puter.
Thanks for that. That was one great number. I always giggled when I was a college student at Louisiana Tech in Ruston, LA. Occasionally I had to travel through the tiny town of "Hodge, LA." It's small.
But, there is also a "North Hodge, LA." I reckon sometime about a hundred years ago somebody got mad at somebody, and put a sign up, and lobbied for their own post office.
Good stuff, Andy.
That was a nice lil slice o' gâteau, Jewel.
Post a Comment