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Everyone may *think* they hate country music, but when Jolene, Before He Cheats, Take Me Home Country Roads, or Life is a Highway comes on, everyone is suddenly a liar.

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Jolene (33 R.P.M) - click for .mp3

Unsure where this came from, if not the palsied hands of the good Lord himself.

Simple premise: Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” slipped from 45 to 33 rpm. Nothing more; no studio trickery, no trip hop drum breaks. The guitar lopes back in and around itself. The bass becomes elastic, hot rubber. The violin stabs become sustained cello lines. The backing choir’s split harmony rattles around, slinking ghostly into the corner. And most importantly, Parton’s once-frantic vocal is transformed from bubblegum country scrawl into something approximating field holler reverence.

An already perfect song made transcendental..

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Who would win in a battle for my immortal soul: the devil on his fiddle or “Jolene” at 33 RPM

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isn’t it weird how it’s already february but it’s also only february

thenextjenneration83

I see this post every February and it always fucks me up

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Why is it that you always feel ur prettiest on the most accidental and insignificant days? It’s never on the day of ur birthday, or graduation, or some big party. It’s always a random Sunday or a Tuesday evening where u look at urself and think wow I look ? beautiful ? today. And then u go to bed or watch tv or do homework and the ‘good day’ is just wasted

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Isolation party, Takeshi Miyasaka

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midsummernight98

honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.