I know that I’m not great…
…and some say I imitate…
I don’t know–I’m just doing the best I can
After all I’m standing in the shadows of a very famous man.
I can feel for Hank Jr.
The man has talent. One of the best honkytonk singers out there, even with the sellout to Monday Night Football. But he is standing in the shadows. Perhaps he wouldn’t have gotten the chance had he not been Hank’s offspring, but whatever. He has proven himself.
I’m not the offspring of anyone important…except to me.
Oh well. I told a cute girl tonight that I have either a high sense of self-preservation, or an intense fear of death. It’s probably the latter, but I don’t want to admit it.
I’ve become fascinated with Marty Robbins traditional cowboy stuff, more than I used to, and I liked it alot before this… but his songs are almost exclusively about death and love and I am fascinated in a sick twisted way, kind of like watching the Hussein hanging. I don’t know what is so great about death (as I have just said that I fear that above all) but there is something about a life cut short for such a high ideal as love, or the other themes - Justice, and just the coincidence of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, it gets me, it drives home to the heart. Maybe its the fact that I AM such a contradiction: intense fear of death, yet reckless behavior. That girl suggested a death wish, but I really don’t think its that. Unless its me subconsciously needing that possibility.
I don’t know. I’m too tired to think about it now.