One Day I’ll Write A Song For You Darling…
Tuesday, May 12th, 2009I grew up on music, while I played under the house in the redback infested cubby house that opened up to Dad’s little covered in barbecue area the wireless was always on, be it from the house upstairs or the downstairs garage or the barbecue area itself. There has been a wireless in most rooms of Nan’s house longer than I can remember, even in the loo.
The music that has influenced me most would have to be country music, that of John Williamson, Slim Dusty and probably Jim Haynes, too. People are often quick to put down country music, if you say you like it you get the look that tells you in approximately three seconds that you’ve been demoted to the level of a goanna and that they may never think you have good taste again. But country music isn’t all depressing nor is it boring or badly sung, no more than any other genre, at least.
I grew up listening to the stories of the Bush Balladeers and I’m glad for it, they teach you a lot more than S Club 7 did. I still remember asking for the “truckie tape” when in Nan’s car, I loved the songs about the truckies and their adventures – particularly Toots, or When Cheryl Went Feral which used to absolutely horrify my great aunt and uncle when I sang it (I was five or six…). I reckon this is probably why:
Chorus:
Since Cheryl went feral
Everything’s pierced
Rings through me nose and rings through me ears
I haven’t been this pierced for years
Since Cheryl went feralI began to change me tune
As soon as we joined that big commune
And everyone took their clothes off straight away
Their cosmic philosophy appealed to me
It’s multiple serial polygamy
And I think the feral lifestyle’s here to stayChorus:
Since Cheryl went feral
There’s a real traffic jam
Of naked women in our wigwam
And I’m pretty happy right where I am
Since Cheryl went feral
Since Cheryl Went Feral Lyrics.
Then there was Old Man Emu[i] , Mallee Boy and Just a Dog. (which sadly doesn’t have lyrics online that I know of). Not all of the songs were serious, but they often told me something, the love story of Wrinkles has been known to bring a tear to my eye and it showed a very young me how deeply love could go.
My point? I guess it’s what we grow up shapes us, country music isn’t awful… and that I need a blogpost for today and I’m not feeling overly coherent…
Notes
- if you say it E-Moo, I may just come after you with something sharp and heavy. You have been warned. [↩]



