#high lonesome

[countryhixes]

Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys - In the Pines

William Smith Monroe (September 13, 1911 -- September 9, 1996)

[staytrueblue]

I've started reading Louis L'Amour Westerns (like 200 page paperbacks about cowboys in the 1800s) And they are so so surprisingly good. I wanted to share some quotes from one book that stuck out to me. (cause this is my blog and I post what I want and like and I like these lol)

The reasons they stood out to me range from them being funny, uniquely descriptive, or well written, feel free to guess which is which. Mind you these were all written by a man.

High Lonesome by Louis L'Amore

"There's good men around," he said."I don't want my daughter marrying a gunfighter." "My mother married one!" That silenced him, and she knew it would. Her mother had married him, and it had been the making of him. After his rough and wasted life, she had tamed him down without making him less a man, and the few good years, the few happy years of his life had been with her.

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"The idea that a decent woman could actually like being in a man's arms went against all his upbringing. His wife had......but his wife occupied a place in his consciousness that set her apart from all other women, and he could not even consider her a sample of womanhood. She was different. She was very special."

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"He (Considine) discarded his old shirt and went back into the story for another. Dave Spanyer and Lennie were riding into the yard as he crossed to the store, and he saw the girl look at his broad, powerfully muscled shoulders. (mood yass girl) and then at his eyes. He went into the store and selected a dark red shirt with pearl buttons from the stock and slipped it on. When he came out again, Spanyer was taking the horses to the corral. Spanyer came up on the porch with Lennie, who carefully kept her eyes averted from Considine. She was, he admitted, quite a girl. And the fact her blouse was a bit too small for her did nothing to conceal the fact."

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"I'm an outlaw." "I know." They stood together, facing each other, only a few feet apart, and on the roof above them the rain fell with a pleasant, soothing sound. The thunder had retreated sunnenly to the canyons where it muttered and grumbled. She shivered. "You're cold," he said. "You'd better go in." But she did not move to go, and he took her in his arms and kissed her gently on the lips. She held very still, trembling and frightened, yet liking it, and wanting him to hold her closer."

[quotespile]

Her visits to her former hometown were infrequent and often painful. Pilgrimages fueled by the tepid oxygen of family duty, unease, guilt. The more Esther loved her parents, the more helpless she felt, as they aged, to protect them from harm. A moral coward, she kept her distance.

Joyce Carol Oates, High Lonesome

[dyingforbadmusic]

John Cohen - The High Lonesome Sound

John Cohen's documentary 'The High Lonesome Sound' John Cohen is a founding member of the New Lost City Ramblers as well as a musicologist,

ROSCOE HOLCOMB: You know, music it’ll—it’s spiritual.  You take a small kid, I’ve noticed, that can’t even sit alone, and you pull the strings on some kind of instrument—a fiddle or banjo or something another like that—and you watch how quick it draws the attention of that kid.  It’ll do its best to get ahold of that.  And it draws the attention of the whole human race. The year that I started trying to learn to play a banjo—and it’s pretty hard times, no way for a man to get work. And so I asked God to give me something that I could do that I could make a little money.  And twelve months from the time I started playing with this old fiddler I had learned around four hundred tunes, could sing practically every one of them. That’s why I say that it is a gift. And I believe that God give it to me. I believe it enough that I’m going to let him take. . .

-- The High Lonesome Sound, Transcription | Folkstreams

[humanoidshape]

I never dreamt about Rhea and Rhoda so strange in their caskets sleeping out in the middle of a room where people could stare at them, shed tears, and pray over them. I never dream about actual things, only things I don’t know. Places I’ve never been, people I’ve never seen. Sometimes the person I am in the dream isn’t me. Who it is, I don’t know.

Joyce Carol Oates, Heat

[snazzystarlight]

I love how this came out! This is “High Lonesome” by Gaslight Anthem as I see it because of synesthesia!

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Randy Travis - Better Class Of Losers (Official Music Video)

Randy Travis - Better Class Of Losers (Official Music Video) Check out the Randy Travis Official Greatest Hits Playlist! https://bit.ly/2PDp

Randy Travis - Better Class of Losers (1991 - High Lonesome)

Randy will always be a favourite for me.

[agonisms]

“I wanted to explain to him how important friendship was in this cold universe. I wanted to explain to him that what television and bad American movies had done was to make us doubt that others even existed except as a shadow play. That virtual reality and cyberspace would complete the job. That you could not be sure that you were at your own father’s funeral. Or think the woman squirming under you was only good if it would make a good movie. Or doubt that there had been any football on a live field because there was no replay. As some GI in his first fistfight in Vietnam was supposed to have hollered out: Where’s the soundtrack!? That the poisonous excuse for all bad on television was that: But it’s true.”

Barry Hannah- High Lonesome