country music

just random titles and lyrics of modern country music, art, randy travis, toby kieth, steel magnolia, with all too true autobiographic sci fi

Fen became a very bad driver once he discovered new country music.

He'd write down the lyrics on scraps of paper on his steering wheel while motoring through traffic at 74 MPH.

Fen would often get choked up singing along to these wild, heavy love songs, even if it just was, "Love on the Rocks," with the lyric, "I'm a bartender."

Fen had favorite bartenders, usually of the female variety. For him, it was like a show, watching a beautiful woman walk back and forth waiting on customers, pouring drinks. Yeah, Like George Thorogood, he would often have to admit, "I Drink Alone."

He'd bought Thorogood's greatest hits, and would occasionally listen to, "Get A Haircut," or "One Bourbon, One Scotch and One Beer." Fen has Neil Young, Genesis,  Beach Boys, INXS, Rolling Stones, Madonna and other artist's greatest hits cds.

Do not emulate Fen. He is a bad influence.

He doesn't go to bars that much anymore, since it's difficult to be alone, out there, by himself.

He keeps notes, a lot of which are written down in his car listening to the radio, supplemented by Internet research.

 

This aint my mama's broken heart

fastest girl in town

miranda lambert

 

steel magnolia

 

bulletproof (favorite bulletproof tune)

I'm a tornado

little big town

bulletproof

la roux

just as free as we'll ever be

zac brown band

titanium (a bulletproof song)

david guetta

 

the in crowd

bryan ferry

 

toby kieth

hope on the rocks

you only live twice

nancy sinatra

5-1-5-0

I don't want to lose this feeling, I don't want to close my eyes

be mine

blown away

not enough rain in Oklahoma

if you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak, be mine

tell the gravedigger to dig two

lawyers in love

jackson browne

but I do

wednesday, in a cafe

Fen had become obsessed by "Bulletproof" songs, and would get absurdly teary eyed, with a big lump in his throat listening to, and singing along to his favorites.

 

In grad school, Fen--the FenCrazyManiac, had learned the guitar and wrote songs which he'd record.

(If we could, if stupid damn Fen didn't spend so much time alone, we'd include some dialogue from his interaction with other human beings.)

Recently, he's become enamored with Soundcloud, the only place he's found that would carry his songs, to no effect, for reality, which he tries desperately to remain in contact with.

Fen recorded a few CDs, some better than others, which he has given away, mostly to his friends and sisters. He could not in good conscience send them to anyone else he knew, especially not his friends, although he did recently send one of his best CDs, "I'm An Artist," to Arlo Guthrie, because he had his address.