deep thoughtz 022: GREEN RIVER - CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL
Weeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllllll howdy there motherfuckas! Hey rockers! Hip-hoppers! This one's been a longtime coming but when you see what I've got in store for you you'll know this shit was worth your while because I have a gawddangol GOLD mine in store for you today! In between passing my days living my childhood dreams of being a Latino union grape farmer and messaging Thai ladies in nursing school I've been exclusively listening to this album specifically to formulate some truly deep thoughtz to impart upon my readers regarding this album. Without further ado, it's the only acceptable hippie product of the 20th century, Creedence Clearwater Revival!
Try convincing your friends to cosplay as southern Americans, see how far you get
Everyone and their future mother-in-laws has probably heard that Fortunate Son song, the official anthem of both the Volkswagen Camper Enthusiast Club and the United States Marine Corps, but did you know that literally (well almost literally) all of their songs are just as good as that one? Yeah I fuckin know, right?!?! This blogpost could've easily been about any of their first six albums frankly. To steal an analogy from a fellow anonymous Internet user, I imagine the CCR discography as a pile of dogshit in a field of snow. Their albums from Creedence Clearwater Revival to Pendelum are the snowflakes, special and beautiful in their own unique ways and containing millions of hours of entertainment in an half-hour moment, and the pile of dogshit is Mardi Gras. Green River just so happens to be the album I hold closest to my heart. This may be some serious boomer shit, but boomer shit came out in a time where music could truly take you away. Boston's first LP, April Wine, and CCR are pretty goddamn corny when it comes down to it, what with their white-eyed soul, lyrical musings on what it'd be like to date an Indian, and baby's-first-acid-trip psychedelic guitar effects, but God have mercy on my soul every time I listen to these songs I realize I was born much too late. I could've smoked dope with Janis Joplin and joined a leftist commune for a few weeks, but no I had to live comfortably in indutrial society and go to COLLEGE and SHIT. Where IDIOTS listen to fucking SOPHIE (okay I'm sure she made great music but if I can't download it for free on blogspot then I ain't listenin to it). Alright, lemme just calm down... Yeah no life is good and all, but the music could be better no?
"Buckle up, kid, you're goin to El Salvador!"
The Southern sections of the United States, to most yankees and other non-patriots, conjures horrific imagery of crosses on fire, cold grits, and filim culture that never progressed past the silent era, all of which are fair assessments but undermine the imagination that is possible in a world so rich in history and mythology. Like the West John Fogerty hails from, the world of CCR, the world of riverboat gambling, Cajun queens, cotton fields and sunshine, yada yada, exists internally. There's nowhere specifically on Earth that could give you everything that you think of when you glorify this part of the world because what we imagine is the subject of our art, not the world that inspired it. CCR's music takes this dreamlike quality in its dedication to this imaginary world, where songs about unfaithful women and warfare can be sung heartily in earnest and yet stripped of their negative chi that holds our tongues in casual conversation. Feeling blue? Listen to Creedence. Playing with the doggies? Listen to Creedence. Taking a girl to Chili's after a ten hour shift? Listen to Creedence. It probably won't scare her off as bad as the other music we post on here anyway!
Yeah, what was I talking about again? Sorry I was listenin to this really dope song bout barefoot girls dancin in the moonlight and other Bridge to Terabithia type shit. Shit it was a lot better than thinking about the state of the union today at least.
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