Sherry Chandler » 2008 » April » 04
“Sweet Home Alabama” is one of those rock anthems that always makes me feel good when it comes on the radio. Musically, it’s always struck me as upbeat, nice rhythms, catchy guitar line. But inevitably I remember what the song actually says and I have a moment of disgust at myself for falling for it again.
So, since I have been so earnest lately on the subject of racism and such, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to share this version of “Sweet Home Alabama” by the Leningrad Cowboys backed up by the Red Army Choir.
What can I say, except praise be globalization and thanks to Donna who keeps me sane. Oh, also, irony doesn’t appear to be dead. Nor postmodernism either.
More seriously, it’s the 40th anniversary of the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. How sad to be struck down by hatred when the earth is burgeoning with rebirth.
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Winter-weary eyes love these banks of forsythia that bloom so abundantly yellow after months of gray on brown. We didn’t plant this forsythia. I suppose it was the gift of a passing bird or critter, though the gardening books say this deciduous shrub is propagated by stem cuttings and such activity doesn’t seem to suit the purposes of any raccoon or jaybird I ever saw. Nor have we pruned it, the first blooming stems having appeared in a sort of wilderness area beside a tipsy old outbuilding. So, in about five years, this mass has grown from one spontaneously-generated twig.
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