The first time I heard this track was in one of the infamous memorial scenes in The Wire (if you haven’t watched, you should). I searched it out and downloaded it, this was in 2009, and it’s became sort of an informal gathering song for my friends and I as well. It’s a great track about the American experience, whatever that is, and whatever the experience gets you. It might get you your dreams or a sack of nothing, ask Jim Dwyer.
I throw up “The Body Of An American” because today is my oldest son’s third birthday (for those of you who aren’t parents, you’re free to leave now if you wish – personal blog time go!).
Sirens Jr. finds himself at an interesting crossroads today. Halfway between eating out of bottles and getting on the bus for his first day of school. I wonder if he knew how much his world was going to change over the next few years, if he would then have a tenth-life crisis? It’s a strange thing when your age jumps so drastically in so short a period. Next year on this day he will be twice as old as he was a few days ago. It’s weird when you think about it. Maybe it’s just me.
I chose this song because of two things. First, it references being a free born man of the USA and I feel that’s still something to cherish, particularly when considering the alternatives. It’s not such a bad thing to be a free born man of the USA, no matter how much whining and chest thumping and hand wringing we do about the issues we face today. You may think it was better in the past, but it really wasn’t all that much different. Different problems back then, sure, but they thought it was the worst thing ever too.
The second reason I chose this particular track is simple: “as the sunset came to meet the evening on the hill, I told you I’d always love you, I always did, I always will.”
I’m gonna leave “The Body Of An American” here for him. Maybe one day he’ll search whatever cool interwebs folks use in the future and find it.
“What’s an MP3, dad?”