Pony Payroll Bones Talking about Keith Whitley: Notes Upon A Simple Appreciation
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
Here I have a brightness. A tinge of salvation. This is when the sun is shining during a violent thunder rain pour. Like a time I was leaving South Atlanta for good many years gone.
One should address the uplifting even if the subject is downbeat. This is just a simple appreciation that does not go far enough for this interpreter of songs.
He stares in the far distance surrounded by a perpetuum darkness he is superimposed upon in a metaphysical photo shoot. His body has a radiance
as he sits turned around sitting backwards in a wooden chair.
I used to believe that Randy Travis sang the devastating country song "I'm No Stranger To The Rain." I was dead wrong, however the true singer had a brother
named also Randy who died in a violent accidental motorcycle accident.
Keith Whitley was an American Country music singer. His songs and his interpretation of songs still cast a brilliance after he left his last honky tonk. He is a ruby in the cavern where the waters fall the upward down and the ghosts reverb in revelation.
He was born in the doleful rust bums of Ashland, Kentucky. This is also where
Charles Manson was born a few decades before Mr. Whitley. This is the neck of the metaphysical world where Mr. Zach Kouns was born to infiltrate and heal.
Keith Whitley sang about what it feels and MEANS to sing as one who is no stranger to the rain. Here are the first two
stanzas.
I'm no stranger to the rain
I'm a friend of thunder
Friend, is it any wonder lightning strikes me
I've fought with the devil
Got down on his level
But I never gave in, so he gave up on me
I'm no stranger to the rain
I can spot bad weather
And I'm good at finding shelter in a downpour
I've been sacrificed by brothers
Crucified by lovers
But through it all I withstood the pain
I'm no stranger to the rain
Writer(s): Ron Hellard, Sonny Curtis
He had a side career also...that is the drink. He began drinking whilst attending blue grass shows in his youth. This affinity did not turn out so well. Whitley drank himself to death at the age of 33. Or maybes not? There is a mystery of mysterium here that Premeditated Conduct went down.
The doctor who ruled on the poisoned alcoholic body lost his license some years later in a very badly kind of cloud.
The 1980's was a treacherous decade of plasticity neon gloss turgid tepid shit splattered turbulence. Keith Whitley like Randy Travis George Strait and Jon Anderson transcended the entrapments of the 1980s corrosive culturalists to sing real radial blasting emotional grits of raw
emotionality. Soft emotions men were not supposed to sing about.
Singing about real things can get you in real trouble. Being honest in art can kill you. Keep a lookout. Honesty is the path through the valley of shadow and death.
|
