Shakespeare’s song sung in Twelfth Night describes much of the west coast of Washington State during its rainy season:
But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day
Raymond Carver lived the last years of his life in Port Angeles WA, an old logging community in western Washington State. In many ways its a community whose aging pulp mills echo the sawdust voices of blue collar voices folk whom he wrote about with brevity and intensity. Many of his stories reflect the perspective of characters whose existences in the world are seen through an alcoholic haze. In one of Carver’s notable poems he explores Alexander the Great’s massive grief upon killing his best friend Cletus after an argument during a night of drunken frenzy, although the next day he in misery because of his intoxication, he still cant help drinking himself into oblivion at his friend's funeral. It was also drink that gave Raymond Carver the blues a battle he waged and finally won before his death in Port Angeles.
lyrics
The rain it raineth everyday
the rain it raineth everyday
as soon as one storm passes
the next wave is on it’s way
The sun slants low on the horizon
the port of angels on a winters day
mist filters through brick, moss, and mortar
tobacco ghost stains swirl in stale tavern water
Down and out bards and old growth graveyards x 2
blue collar sweat chlorine tears swell this harbor
the sawdust voice echos of Raymond Carver
The rain it raineth everyday
the rain raineth everyday
from first October till the end of May
until the sun pours down like honey
in summer, when lights worth
more than drink or money
Cerebral palsy curbed his ability to play guitar the conventional way, so Nagoda learned double slide, this is his debut LP.
Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2014
