I’m in a good spot now, musically speaking. My new years resolution was to make music every day, and I’ve stuck to it better than I expected to.  My dad, step-mom, and I are hosting weekly jam sessions, which kicks my game up a notch or two.  These jams have made me take another look at songs I hadn’t had much of a feel for (if you’d told me 6 months ago that I could wax poetic about the harmonic structure of an Elvis ballad, I’d have been skeptical), and introduced me to a good bit of new music.

One of my favorites of these new-to-me songs is this track up top.  There’s a lot to like here: some gorgeous harmonies, a just-funky-enough chord progression, the frontman’s beard, the way the fiddler milks the mic just right.  That said, my favorite thing about this song is the line “at least I know she’s lying still.”  It’s layered.  On the one hand, it means that the song’s narrator succeeded with his .44, but that’s a little to easy.  Maybe his murderous intent was thwarted, but he ended up in jail anyway, and takes some cosmic satisfaction in his fidelity, his honor compared to her continued deception, although that feels like I’m pushing it.  The interpretation that has the most (admittedly slightly Freudian, or perhaps Santorum-esque) meat to it is that this dude is glad she’s prostrate and immobile, that she’s not bouncing around in bed.  It’s a beautiful bit of characterization

Anyone else want to read into this song with me?