Souvenirs
King of Heartache
[Will]
Rating: 3.3
Consider the following conversation, which occurred at my house this past
Sunday afternoon:
Amy: What's this?
Zach: The Souvenirs. It's country.
Amy: It's weird. Why do we have to listen to it?
Zach: Pitchfork. It'll be over soon.
Amy: It's weird. How soon?
Zach: Not soon enough. So what do you want to do tonight?
Amy: Well, we could, um... could we turn this off? It's fucking with my
desires.
Zach: I should really listen to the whole thing before I review it.
Amy: Why? Here, I'll tell you about it: once upon a time, four or five
guys got to talking at a bar. They were all living someplace southern
at the time, Tennessee or Texas or whatever, but they were probably
originally from somewhere else...
Zach: Canada?
Amy: Probably-- someplace they'd have to keep a secret.
Zach: Well, the bio said they were from Seattle.
Amy: Good enough. So they got to talking and lamenting the premature death of
country music and whatnot, and they decided to-- quote, unquote-- "take up the,
well... the cause if you will-- y'know, like how U2 did?" So they went
and bought some shirts with the yokes. They probably called some hippie friend.
Then, they gave the hippie guy a shirt. Okay, I'm going to turn it off now.
Zach: Um, okay.
Amy: Where were these guys when they handed out the irony? I mean, 'cause they're
okay, but they're not good enough not to need the irony.
Zach: Seriously.
Amy: Do you want some Fig Newtons?
Zach: Sure. Thanks.
-Zach Hooker