Takes A Worried Man To Sing A Worried Song.

Whenever it's really late at night and I can't sleep - like now, at 2.38 am with an alarm that's going to go off at 7 - I put on the Carter Family. Not the Carter Sisters, not June Carter, but the originals - Sara, AP, and Mother Maybelle. I'm not really sure why. I don't know much about old timey or Appalachian music, but I feel similarly about Bill Monroe (immortalized in One Tree Hill as "Motherfucking Bill Monroe"). I guess there's just something about that high lonesome sound that puts me at ease. I know that most of this blog is about punk and hardcore, but fuck, it's tough trying to get to sleep to that shit.