Down here in Texas the heat has settled down on us in earnest and everything moves slower, if at all. Anything from the late, great Freakwater is always a good choice no matter the temperature but I think they sound even better in hot weather.
And for the record, Catherine Irwin is one of America’s greatest under-appreciated songwriters. I wish she was more prolific:
I guess nobody needs to look too far about something to get either incredibly pissed off or just despondent about. The way that the government and the country are headed, they’re certainly not trying to make me happy. It’s not that they’re thinking: “Hmm, little girl from Kentucky, why so sad? Why you think so often of death?” They’re not thinking of me, and what would make me feel like perhaps things are looking up – less starving people or less petroleum-coated otters. Just everything’s awful, and it’s just more and more awful. The people that really are concerned about it, their heads must be beaten to a pulp from pounding them against the wall.
So what keeps you from feeling like you’re beating your head against a wall?
CI: Well, I don’t think I can. There’s just a sense of outrage that’s just a little bit … aerobic or something. Everything’s just awful, but I don’t know what else I would do musically, really. If I was younger, and I was just learning how to play guitar, this would be a really excellent time for really hateful punk rock.
It’s always kind of funny to me, these questions about the themes in country music, because I guess they just don’t seem that different to me than the themes in any popular music. Maybe it’s because the lyrics are so much more prominent, and so much easier to understand because of the way the records are produced – it’s more story-oriented. But a lot of Black Sabbath songs, aren’t they talking about death? More babes, but also death. I mean, Led Zeppelin: elves, and death. Trade unions and elves. Stuff like that. It’s all grim.