Don’t even argue. Her voice is at its richest and most beautiful. It’s got the most hilarious and yet charming backup vocals ever. The guitar in the background is subtle but lovely. And I feel like you can hear her joy.
Guess where I’m gong tonight!
Oh, people, this is a great post in general about our friend, Hank Jr. but I want to say that it hadn’t occurred to me that we’re watching a man on a four-year bender being an angry drunk while his fans cheer him on, but once Havighurst said it, it seems obvious.
And now this is the part that bothers me most. I mean, frankly, Hank’s just embarrassing himself and lying to his fans. Fine. But isn’t there a way where we’re almost at the GG Allin point here? Where folks are showing up solely to watch a dude self-destruct as a form of rebellion? To see who he’ll try to take down with him? To see if he’ll die?
That part breaks my heart.
It came up in another thread, so let me just address it. There are things that burn me. Fucking up burns me. Being unrecognized for something I’ve done burns me. Having someone else take credit for something I’ve done burns me. People with power over me who refuse to recognize me as a human being burns me. People without a basic grasp of civics being politicians burns me.
Being mistaken for or accused of being someone with a cognitive disability has no sting. It’s a trait. Like being left handed or incredibly tall or incredibly short. It impacts your life some, obviously, if that’s a trait you have, but it says nothing about your value as a person. It is as insulting to me as someone mistaking me for being Russian.
But if that’s a word you’d use, it says a lot about you. It says, in fact, that you’re the kind of douchebag who’d use a hurtful slur against someone with a cognitive disability because it’s fun for you to hurt them.
And that’s really fucked up.