On Greyhound and Gas Cans
by Sam Wilkinson
A friend of mine has suddenly learned about the downside of love. I’m bad about knowing what to say in these situations, something that shouldn’t be true of two people who have been friends for twenty years. I offered to write mean things on her Facebook wall or burn down her house, but he declined both offers.
I suppose everybody goes through the catastrophic collapse of a relationship. I suppose many people go through more than one. I find the entire thought of enduring such pain for a second time in my life almost too much to consider. I try saying these things to him in a comforting, attaboy sort of way, but it mostly comes out as grunts and stammering and the whole conversation goes nowhere. I am a bad friend in this regard.
One thing I remember from my own experience with these sorts of things is how music can be…well, not so much a salve as an escape. The pain still hurts of course, but it is awfully nice hearing another person belt out something that just sounds right.
I grew up in West Virginia. There’s country music everywhere here. One of that industry’s staple songs is the longing lament for just gone love. If you listen to modern country music, you’ve probably heard such songs; Taylor Swift has made a career of them. But modern country is so carefully crafted and so carefully tuned that whatever soul might have existed within them has been extracted and abandoned. In a moment of existential, emotional angst, I am not sure what good comes from music written by committees, performed by third parties, and test-marketed long before being actually marketed.
That doesn’t mean there aren’t break-up gems floating around out there. My favorite is a brief oddity, a bait-and-switch song called “Thank God and Greyhound,” written and performed by Roy Clark. The song gets performed in two parts.
In the first, Clark plays the sap, heartbroken and bankrupt, unjustly treated by the woman he loved:
I’ve made a small fortune and you squandered it all/ You shamed me till I feel about one inch tall/ But I thought I loved you and I hoped you would change/ So I gritted my teeth and didn’t com-plain/ Now you come to me; with a simple good-bye/ You tell me you’re leavin’ but you don’t tell me why/ Now we’re here at the station and you’re getting on/ And all I can think of … is …
Up until this point, everything about the song screams standard country grief: the disrespect, the lost money, the stalwart and unrewarded stance, the abandonment. It isn’t hard to imagine that the song is going to go from one crestfallen location to another for two more minutes, until there’s nothing left to do but cry. Except that’s not what we end up doing. Where we assume we are going we never get to, because Clark’s switch kicks in.
In the song’s second part, we go from calamity to celebration. Clark reveals that this apparent loss of love isn’t so much a man’s entry into heartbreak as his escape from it:
Thank God and Greyhound, you’re gone/ That load on my mind got lighter when you got on/ That shiny old bus is a beautiful sight/ With the black smoke a-rollin’ up around the tail light/ It may sound kinda cruel but I’ve been silent too long/ Thank God and Greyhound, you’re gone.
I do not know how realistic it is to a dance a jig when being freed from a romantic partner. I do not know how realistic it is to celebrate a slow disappearance into the distance. I do know that the whole experience would be a hell of a lot easier to endure if we were all capable of such things, if we were capable of realizing like Roy Clark did that the absence is relief, not burden. I suppose though that such things are merely wishful thinking, a lesson that can only be learned by experience and not from song. Still, if the song serves no other purpose (and it certainly does, because it is a hell of a listen), planting that seed might be good enough.
I cannot say to my friend that he’s better off in his current condition, especially when everything inside him is screaming otherwise. So instead, I grunt. And I keep the gascan handy in case he changes his mind.
Twenty years? Golly.Report
I’ve had the same best friend for 28 years. Long friendships are something to be proud of.Report
I misread the situation… I thought that that was how long the relationship that *ENDED* had lasted before inspiring this essay.Report
That introduction is less clear than I intended. To clarify because English apparently isn’t my first language: he has been hurt by her, I am standing by.Report
I’m sure the fault was mine. It’s too hot today.Report
Roy Clark is an amazing talent. I saw him on “The Odd Couple” decades ago and he switched from playing violin (for Felix) to playing fiddle (for Oscar) and back seemlessly and effortlessly.
“Da Blues” is one reason I believe in something outside of ourselves (I call it “Spirit”, but the name is immeterial). We sing when we feel like crying (Klezmer, aka “Jewish Jazz” is a prime example of this). I don’t need an explanation; I just know it works.
As for your friend, just hold his hand (literally or figuritively). It’s the single best thing you can do.Report
I can’t think of Roy Clark without thinking HeeHaw. One of the television highlights of my childhood.Report
That’s a little sad — Clark was so much more than HeeHaw (so was Buck Owens, come to that). A major talent, pretty much reduced toa side-kick.Report
I know his other stuff – but for me Hee Haw was a show I very much loved so it’s a positive association.Report
Dire Straits’s Romeo and Juliet is the best breakup song ever, moving from longing to anger to the truth that love never completely dies. But the best part is the anger.
You can fall for chains of silver. You can fall for chains of gold.
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold.
You promised me everything. You promised me thick and thin.
Now you just say “Oh yeah, Romeo, you know I used to have a scene with him.” Report
An absolute heartbreaker of a song.Report
I would recommend Dr Dre’s The Chronic as an album for your friend to listen to. As a break-up album, it’s got it all. It’s got the violent revenge fantasy songs. It’s got the misogynistic phase songs. It’s got the “getting over it” songs. It has the “back in the saddle” songs. If you resequence the songs, it pretty much covers the whole process from start to finish.
In my opinion, I think modern-day country took a severe dip in quality in terms of relationship songs in the 90s and only in the last few years has it begun to recover.Report
Since we went there, I’d suggest Eminem’s “Superman”.Report
Eminem is definitely a good place to look for misogyny. Seriously, someone needs to get that man a therapist.Report
There will always be time to be a better person tomorrow.Report
Though the relationship is tenuous, you and this subject remind me of Clay Davidson’s I Can’t Lie To Me. Country music, heartbreak, and (a video with) professional wrestling. It works on so many levels.Report
I will check it out tonight.Report
*THAT* is a good song.Report
Misogyny is a really bad place to go in a breakup. That shit scars your soul permanently. Post-breakup misogyny is the food upon which later relationship baggage feeds.Report
There’s really nothing like true forgiveness for coming to peace. The meaning of it isn’t really about what it does for the other person, but what it does for yourself.Report
So long as you stay angry, the person who’s wronged you continues to have power over you. Forgiveness is the only way past that.
And, fortunately, your forgiveness doesn’t mean she won’t spend eternity rotting in hell.Report
I’ve seen a number of friends and acquaintances go through a situation where one of them done the other wrong.
One of the worst pieces of advice I saw in the days immediately following the revelation was “you need to forgive”. There were discussions of the importance of the other person being a free spirit, “they were this person when you met them, that’s why you fell in love with him/her”, how it was important to be mature, forgiving, and listen to the angels of one’s higher self and all that.
I beg to differ.
I would say what the person needs most in this situation is a positive affirmation that, hey, you have been done wrong. The other person did something to hurt you and the fact that they hurt you is not indicative of moral weakness or a need for growth or any of that crap on your part. When someone screws with your mind/heart/whatevs and you get hurt, that someone done you wrong. And that’s bullshit. Here’s a sandwich and some alcohol.
After a week or two? Yeah, get back up off the floor, you whiner. Get back in the game.
Immediately following? That is not the time to talk to the victim about how s/he really needs to be a better person in all of this.Report
I think anger is a good thing in these situations, particularly short-term and close to the precipitating event. Forgiveness is fine, but do that later. Too early, and forgiveness is more repression than overcoming.
That said, anger at the person is appropriate, anger at half the people in the world is stupid, and bad for you.Report
That’s why I prefer Eminem to, say, Dr. Dre.
Eminem’s anger feels so much more precise.Report
No, it really doesn’t. Yeah, you don’t want them to wallow in that but short-lived misogyny phases can help a man get through the anger quicker.
Some of the worst advice that you can give to someone at a time like this is to tell them to suppress their feelings because society doesn’t approve and it scars your soul and blah, blah. All that does is create a lot of repressed feelings. If the guy in question wants to rant that “they’re all *****es” immediately after the breakup, it is far better to let them vent all of that out than to tell them “No, you can’t feel this way. It’s not appropriate.” and let it fester. Now that is what causes real emotional baggage.
Honestly, that’s one of the reasons that I dislike 90s country in terms of breakups. A lot of those songs could be summed up as:
Female singer: I am free and better than ever now that I’m free of that loathsome toad who was a particularly repulsive member of a gender that was an evolutionary mistake.
Male singer: I am a loathsome toad who was not worthy to touch the feet of the angel who has left me and my life will now forever suck.
(For the record, it is true that I have quite a bit of 90s country both male and female in my collection. In fact, I believe I have more female than male if only because the guys were whiny during that period. That doesn’t mean that I can’t point out that the relationship breakup songs of the time were a bit one-sided.Report
I’ve commented on this myself. It’s a tad ironic that country music of all genres has such empowered women and weak men.Report
Hop on the bus, gus!
and set yourself free.Report
I’ve been there.
I can tell you that, in most cases, I’ve seen, those instances of long-lasting heartbreak are occasions where a person was saved from making a terrible mistake.
The pain is the coming to terms with the willful self-delusion; that the person and the idea of the person didn’t exactly match up.
First comes the forgiveness of the other for not being what you believed them to be; then comes forgiving oneself for being so stupid to not see it earlier.Report
One of the best break-up songs ever.Report
Another Gentle Giant fan. Lord-a-mercy, I love this song. Played it for many years, often it’s the first thing I’ll play on someone else’s piano.Report
I am a huge Gentle Giant fan.
The first time I heard “The Runaway” I was hooked.
“Cogs in Cogs” is probably my favorite song to play on the bass.
There’s so much good material from that band.
“Wreck” was one of the first songs that I taught my nephew after I bought him his first guitar.Report
My personal end of the relationship song
Feels like freedom
Feels like painReport
The whole album “Shoot out the Lights” by Richard and Linda Thompson. You have to know the fact that their marriage was falling apart at the time adds a whole other level to the music.
Songs:
Walking on a Wire, http://youtu.be/7o3h7eyVRp8
Don’t renege on our Love, http://youtu.be/lX9iavUiLY4
Did she Jump or was She pushed, http://youtu.be/nJ6OICtg3jw
Walking on a wireReport
My own little Jedi Mind Trick for getting over a bad relationship is to quit being defined by it. I was someone before the relationship and I’ll be someone after it. Of course, those are two different people: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange….
For a while there, yeah, sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell and you can’t stop thinking about it and having little fugues of maudlin inanity and rageful blustering and suchlike. It’s grief. Music is a great comfort in such times, it’s really the best sort of psychiatry. Get it out, have a good weep.
But don’t beat yourself up over it overmuch. And do try to avoid drink and/or drugs whilst you’re grieving. Well, maybe weed. Weed’s interesting when I’m grieving. Calms me down but it won’t mend a broken heart. Nothing good came of beating myself up. Only way I could stop was to do an inventory of what was left and building an identity around myself, not my marriage, which I’d allowed to define me.
Thereafter, I always kept a part of me for myself. Sorry, lady, I love you, but this loving you with all my heart crap is for kids and idiots. I love you with most of my heart. Never again am I going to sit so far out on a limb that anyone else can saw it off with me on the wrong side. And it doesn’t matter how much you love me, you keep a part of you for yourself, too. That’s the person I fell in love with anyway.
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear themReport