Friday, April 10, 2009

secret love

i have an online news alert set for the South West USA and was shocked to see the reports of fires in Oklahoma and Texas. yet another sobering reminder of the power of nature and the fragility of human life in its path...

my eye was caught by several place names - Wichita, Amarillo, Choctaw...

the Choctaw Ridge in this song is, as far as i know, in the Mississippi delta, but no matter - the report got me to remembering a car journey, possibly through France, when i was about 9, in which i got into country music thanks to a mixtape my dad had playing on the car stereo. it was this song that did it.

it's been a couple of years now since i (port fueled) sang this at our (much missed) sessions in the kitchen (sometimes at the cottage or at Pádraig's)... it remains for me one of the most haunting songs ever penned. and i think it always will.



  1. Yes, a beautiful, haunting vignette of The South. And Choctaw Ridge is in northern Mississippi. Always wondered what the hell they threw off that bridge.

  2. so i've been thinking about this for the last couple of days and i can't get past the fact that i always just assumed they were throwing flowers. which rather colours me as something of a romantic 9 year old.