i cannot deny, that even though i was filled with total and complete giddiness when i picked up “Folker,” i have to admit that it didn’t stick with me right away. in fact, when after the first week i was a little disappointed by this effort. a fact that i only admitted to myself, in the dark when i didn’t think anyone would hear, and i’d always wash my hands and cross myself right after to remove the stink of sin from my body and soul.
but then after months of listening to Folker, i have to admit it’s really good. and i’m not saying that in a biased fangirl sort of way. it’s got these beautiful little gems on it that you kind of have to pay attention to. sometimes i have a problem with that paying of attention.
so tonight as i was trying to limit my favorite song choice to two, i had a really tough tough time. i love the songs ‘Gun Shy’ and ‘Folk Star’ so much that i’ve choreographed a little jig to go with each song. and then there’s the song ‘what about mine?’ that just breaks my heart all over the place because paul’s just begging to be good enough to be someone’s shoulder to cry on and, man it wrecks me everytime i hear it.
but there’ a line in ‘Anyway’s All Right’ that just cracks me right in two everytime i hear it. i think it’s because i’ve been having a really rough fall. filled with all kinds of change and uncertainty and it’s all topped off with my best friend disappearing from my life. it’s enough to shake anyone’s foundation. and brother, let me tell you, my foundation has been shaken, stirred, and rocked.
so enter ‘Anyway’s All Right.’ a song about hope in the face of utter absurdity, about miracles and now or neverness. and then there’s the line “waiting for that fool, the one who cuts your hair, to tell you what to do, and remind you ‘i will dare’.” while paul doesn’t cut my hair, he has reminded me that i will dare. a song that reminds me of my life’s motto when i most need to be reminded. i could weep with how eerily appropriate it is.
then, of course, there’s ‘$100 Groom.’ if you would have ever told me i’d be singing the word vomit so dreamy-eyed and schmoopy, i’d have never believed it. but there it is, a song that claims “i’m your $100 groom, i won’t leave the room, even if i have to vomit.” for a long time i protested this song, claiming vomit was icky and not romantic at all. but then a friend, who has been married, explained how it is really romantic to say you’re gonna stick by someone’s side no matter how scary it is, how even though it terrifies you so much that you want to puke, you’re not gonna leave.
then my tummy got all achey and my big, fat romantic heart just sighed “awwwww.” and now i catch myself singing “even if i have to vomit” in my most earnest, iwanttobeloved voice ever, all the time.