A Waste Of Gunpowder And Sky

Today’s the Fourth of July
Another June has gone by
And when they light up our town I just think
What a waste of gunpowder and sky

– Aimee Mann

I’m not sure when it happened. It was probably some time in my teens when my cadre of friends included one with pyromaniacal inclinations to such a degree that he and another friend brought home dynamite purchased in Tijuana during spring break. Things exploding accompanied by colorful flashes, once an annual treat of controlled carnage for the senses, was reduced to a common weekend occurence.

Instead of fireworks being the focal point, the Fourth Of July had become a day of overt demonstrations of patriotism and weathermen assuring viewers that it won’t rain no matter which way the wind was actually blowing.

I can’t say that I’ve ever felt truly patriotic, at least not in some palpable fashion akin to someone who’s had an indescribable religious experience. Though, spiritual, I’ve struggled with the concept of God, too. If I was gay, I suppose I’d have hit the trifecta of evil incarnate to some people, although they likely would feel that two out of three wasn’t bad (or, actually, it’s bad enough).

A friend once accused me of hating America (and I’m deliberately using America here in reference to the United States). I calmly explained that I think there is a difference between the concept of America and the entity, a distinction that some “patriots” seem to have difficulty in making. The concept is brilliant. Truly. The execution, of late, has become a bit muddled and held hostage by portions of the population with their own agendas.

The patriotism I often observe seems to be underpinned by some zero-sum logic – “you’re either with us or against us.” To hear some people speak, one would almost believe that the people outside our borders are begrimed and oppressed, shackled and yolked with every breath taken under the ever-watching eyes of the nefarious and the godless. Some certainly are.

But, I’ve traveled the world and, surprisingly, there’s an awful lot of people out there in other lands who go about there lives much as we do here in America. They shop. They get drunk and suffer hangovers. They enjoy their sports. They sing and dance. They do good things and they do bad. They bitch about their government and they bitch about the weather. They love their children. They’re not much different from us aside from sometimes wearing unusual hats.

My grandparents emmigrated here from Italy and, at least in my grandfather’s family’s case, I suspect they might have been asked to leave. I know that my great-grandfather had apparently been rather prosperous at one time growing olives.

If great-grandfather hadn’t been a dodgy character, perhaps I’d be an olive rancher right now, wearing a large, floppy hat and fretting over this year’s crop. I’d be nursing the wounds caused by Italy’s recent failure to win the Euro Cup. These words, written in English, might make no sense to me.

Would my life be better or worse? I shrug. It very well would be appreciably neither, nothing more than different. I believe, though, that I’d still believe in the concept behind America. It would merely be accompanied by more pasta and more wine.

It’s the Fourth Of July. Americans will celebrate with fireworks and shows of patriotism that, without ackowledgment of the concept behind the country, will be mostly just gunpowder and sky. It’s the concept, though, that the true patriots have fought to defend, not a flag (or a flag pin) or the fanfare or even a geographic point on a map – the promise held by a concept that many people in many countries strive to fulfill in ways that might be slightly different but not truly that different at all.

Aimee Mann – 4th Of July
I actually had the opportunity to hear this song several years before it was released on Mann’s solo debut Whatever. An acquaintence who had worked with Mann had demos of most the album and this track, along with the equally somber Stupid Thing, was a highlight of that record.

Bruce Springsteen – 4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
Possibly more than any other song in the E Street Band’s catelog, 4th Of July, Asbury Park (Sandy) is closely associated with the late Danny Federici, who played accordion on the wistful song. Madame Marie Costello, the boardwalk fortune teller reference in the lyric passed away this past week.

Meanwhile, Paloma and I snagged tickets to see the band’s August tour last weekend and we’re psyched beyond repair.

X – 4th Of July
For all of their acclaim and status as punk pioneers, I’ve never enjoyed X as much as I’ve thought I should (does everyone have acts that fall into that category?). However, I’ve always loved this song from See How We Are.

U2 – 4th Of July
Having adopted U2 as my band following War and Under A Blood Red Sky, I was eagerly anticipating The Unforgettable Fire in the autumn of 1984. When Pride (In The Name Of Love) hit radio, my anticipation multiplied exponentially.

And then, I purchased the album the week of release and was confused. Who was this Daniel Lanois and what had he done to my band? Much of the muscle and jagged edges had been replaced by moody, watercolor soundscapes and experiments like 4th Of July. I was unimpressed.

However, by The Joshua Tree, this evolution made sense and I grew to fully appreciate The Unforgettable Fire. It is the one album in U2’s catalog that sounds better now than it did upon its release.

One Response to A Waste Of Gunpowder And Sky

  1. jb says:

    Very well said. We are more like the rest of the world than we are different from it, however much that might make some of our fellow citizens uncomfortable, or angry. ‘Twould be a fine thing if we acted like we knew it now and again.

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