Yes, it’s about a specific case from his own experience - most songs are - but it’s framed as a generalized life lesson, and that doesn’t change the fact that the language of the song is racially charged.
I think the awkward double entendre with “homeboy” and “home, boy” shows that he and the songwriter, Casey Beathard, are going out of their way to use a word associated with black people. There are plenty of good prodigal son songs that don’t specifically reference elements of hip hop culture as the precursor to a prison sentence.
So this year I’m actually doing my fantasy football league instead of just letting it sit. And I don’t just mean sitting my injured players and bye-week players - I’m actually looking at stats and who’s playing whom, and trading players and stuff. I have to beat my brother.
I woke up at 7:30, and thought “It felt good to sleep in.”
@camiwillknow: I know. Unless they were already Duke fans, and just liked that preacher so much because of it. Though it is kind of telling that childe Watson would take a member of the clergy as a source of authority on college basketball, but nothing else in 13 years of church.
@camiwillknow: The minister went to Duke, and would always tell all these Duke stories and talk about basketball.
And we don’t even find out why he’s an outlaw, other than it rhymes with Choctaw.
This week’s song is Time McGraw’s 1994 “Indian Outlaw,” a special request from camiwillknow because she says this is her favorite song. For me to poop on.
I think the worst thing about this song is that it isn’t actually about anything; it’s not a story, or a love song, or even a mindless dance hit - it’s literally just a series of unrelated words and sounds associated with Native Americans. I just linked to the lyrics above, but if you haven’t heard the song, I don’t think you get the full experience without hearing the tom-toms and various whooping, etc.
From the baffling Wikipedia article: Deborah Evans Price, of Billboard magazine reviewed the song favorably, calling it an “incredible single” and saying that it is “positively stuffed with lyrical and musical Native American cliches, from tomtoms to wigwams to peace pipes.” [“incredible single”!] She goes on to say that if the song becomes a hit, “it’ll set relations back 200 years.” [“Incredible Single”!] Billboard magazine in their review of the album, said that the song is “either one of the catchiest or one of the stupidest songs ever written.”
I’m just going to repeat that saying that this is one of the stupidest songs ever written, stuffed with ethnic stereotypes, and the song’s potential to become a hit and set back relations 200 years is the “favorable” review. Hooray!
Oh, and the bit and the end, “Cherokee people, Cherokee pride, so proud to live, so proud to die” - That’s from a 1959 song released at different times under the titles “Indian Reservation,” “Lament of the Cherokee Reservation Indian,” and “Pale Faced Indian.” This song at least makes an attempt at 1959’s admittedly misguided version of cultural understanding. And also the song at least says something about something. McGraw, on the other hand, writing in the goddamn 90’s, has no excuse, and the pride chorus he samples just comes off as “this is why we name our sports teams after you.”
There’s not much else in this song to review except, oh look at that, a weird peace pipe puff-puff-pass conflation and Tim McGraw talking about girls looking at his junk.
I just had an epiphany as to why my family may have been Duke fans while I was growing up, and it may have sparked an existential crisis.
Me too! I have a special place in my heart reserved for them, because they’re all we listen to in Tennessee, and Tennessee is my happy place.
KNEE DEEP IN THE WATER SOMEWHERE, ONLY WORRY IN THE WORLD IS THE TIDE GONNA REACH MY CHAIR.
If the Zac Brown Band isn’t the best music act going on right now, I will eat my hat.
Oh yes, they’re pretty much my favorite. Saw them at Shakori Hills last year, and I’ve tried to catch their shows whenever they’re in town.