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.

A friend once accused me of hating America and 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.

I explained that I believed there to be a difference between the concept of America and the execution, a distinction that some self-declared patriots seem to have difficulty in making.

The concept is brilliant, but the execution 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 a bit 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 the States.

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 on one side, I suspect they might have been asked to leave.

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?

It likely would be nothing more than different. I suspect, 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.

Here are four songs for the day…

Aimee Mann – 4th Of July
from Whatever (1993)

I actually had the opportunity to hear this song several years before it was released on Mann’s solo debut Whatever. An acquaintence 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)
from Live/1975–85 (1986)

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.

X – 4th Of July
from See How We Are (1987)

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 4th Of July, a sketch of urban life from See How We Are.

U2 – 4th Of July
from The Unforgettable Fire (1984)

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 to me now than it did upon its release.


8 Responses to A Waste Of Gunpowder And Sky*

  1. J.A. Bartlett says:

    Your thoughts on patriotism are well said and should be widely disseminated. There’s a quote somewhere in response to the idea of “my country right or wrong”–something about “my country, when right to be kept right, when wrong to be put right.” The latter seems a lot healthier than the former, a lot more realistic, and alas, an endangered idea these days.

  2. Chris says:

    I served in the Army during the early 1990s (including during Desert Storm). Interestingly, I tend to be a little skittish during fireworks displays in a way I never was before I enlisted. I can’t really explain it, but I’m not a big fan of the popping and flashing that accompanies fireworks shows. The sensations take me back to a time and place I really don’t like to revisit in my mind.

    And my wartime service was well out of harm’s way. I was a satellite communications specialist, not a foot soldier, artilleryman or tanker.

    Ironically, the service to my country makes me want to be somewhere else on the night of July 4th (and I’m not the only veteran who feels that way). You’ll never hear me say that you’re somehow a lesser person if you aren’t really interested in seeing the display.

    And tonight? I’ll be at work, collecting the extra pay for working on a holiday. Hell, that’s American, too.

    • barelyawakeinfrogpajamas says:

      I have no doubt that those who’ve spent time in the military have a slightly different take on the concept of explosions for entertainment.

      Personally, as we are in the midst of a drought, I’m grateful that we managed to get through the day without some drunken yokel burning down the city.

  3. Thanks to the two above Americans for writing and to Mr. Frog P.J.s for his words too. Y’all just made this Canadian’s July 4th. Cannot go wrong with T Rex. No human being should be without their records. Got my toes tapping and raised my already high spirit faster than Willie Nelson can light up his Fourth of July sky.

    • barelyawakeinfrogpajamas says:

      T. Rex has the same effect on me. Their music is simply more fun than killin’ drifters.

      (and now you’ve got me imagining Willie covering Hot Love)

  4. Wow – demos of “Whatever”? My favorite album of all time. Good find for your friend.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: