My friends often tease me about being a total emokid. They level this accusation at me because of my perfectly innocent Ben Gibbard fetish. Of course, because we’re all nerds we argue about all sorts of things like what song is cooler “London Bridges” or “Sexyback.”
Right now I am trying to convince my westerbuddy Monkey that Kenny Rogers is totally cool and was emo when emo was uncool. My evidence thus far:
•Lucille: She leaves the hubby, four hungry kids, crops in the field to hook up with some guy in a hotel bar and the husband follows her and begs for her to come back
•Coward of the County: A dead criminal father, a raped girlfriend, being called yellow, and finally poor Tommy rises up and much Gatling boy assed is kicked
•Ruby Don’t Take Your Love to Town: A paralyzed Korean War vet begs his wife not to go out hooching about town with her fancy schmancy hair, rues the day he lost use of his penis and the ability to please her, and wishes he could get his gun and get out of bed
It doesn’t get more emo than Kenny Rogers.