Song: "Old Enough"
Artist: The Raconteurs (feat. Ricky Skaggs & Ashley Monroe)Album: Old Enough
Year: 2008
From: Nashville, TN
We're young. We think we know everything. And then we visit our grandparents and we come to find we are clearly wrong. Come to think of it, even our grandparents can't predict out futures anymore with the way the world is currently turning. But maybe this banjo will get them off the couch, and we can dance a little diddy with them just to make sure they remember how. This song is a not-so-pleasant reminder that I'm getting older, but at least the downbeat is enough for me to clank my drank against any wooden bar and smile. The Raconteurs really do need to receive more credit for their artistry. I think they are one of the best band;s of my generation, and I DID VOTE for them on NPR's album of the year. [Hello NARAS, wake up!] They rock out, they country-out, and they blend genre's without so much as a blink, as if there were no genre's to be categorized in.
"Old Enough's" muse is "Little Suzie". "Wake up", they preach to her pearly ears...or beg her, depending how much you read into the song. We are all little Suzie's, or at least my friends; who need to wake up to the fact that college is over and the world is ours...well sort of. Now there's a shitlong list of how much stuff we need to accomplish in order to be remotely considered applicable. The singles artwork is pretty damn clever, with a no-so-young-lady (Suzie, I presume) writing a letter to a pen pal of sorts. It's in black and white, has a Victorian-era undertone, and Jack Lawerence is reflecting within Suzie's little desk mirror. Hey there fella, how you doin? A bird cage and old photographs hang pinned above Suzie's desk; could she possibly be reminising of old love-battles, waging "if it was worth it", questioning her life decisions?
"Old Enough" reminds anyone of any age that we are not free. We are somehow tied to the ship of commerce and dollar signs, heading due East. Fuck, we couldn't even pay for the gas to fill the damn boat. The song winds down without dying down with the artists repeating, "You're not free". It's our neon warning to GET OUT NOW. But the question is, where do we go? I have no fucking clue as much as the next Suzie, but I do know you should buy and listen to this song. Peace.
Just enough country and never enough alternative, "Old Enough" satisfies by yearning to live in Tennessee by a river drinking whiskey from a barrel. Because we all know I'll probably be fifty by the time I do that and have more of a reason to, I'm just gonna say 'So for now, I'll play Jack White's new folkie song over and over again.'
"You never speak so I have to guess you're not free-ee-ee", sings Monroe. These days what or who is free? I was just in DC and saw a little reminder outside the Korea Memorial, "Freedom is not free". So whatdoioweya?
Jack sings, "Well maybe when you're old enough, you'll realize you're not so tough/and somedays the seas get rough". White and Monroe, "You're too young to have it figured out/you think you know what you're talking about/you think it'll all work itself out."
We're young. We think we know everything. And then we visit our grandparents and we come to find we are clearly wrong. Come to think of it, even our grandparents can't predict out futures anymore with the way the world is currently turning. But maybe this banjo will get them off the couch, and we can dance a little diddy with them just to make sure they remember how. This song is a not-so-pleasant reminder that I'm getting older, but at least the downbeat is enough for me to clank my drank against any wooden bar and smile. The Raconteurs really do need to receive more credit for their artistry. I think they are one of the best band;s of my generation, and I DID VOTE for them on NPR's album of the year. [Hello NARAS, wake up!] They rock out, they country-out, and they blend genre's without so much as a blink, as if there were no genre's to be categorized in.
"Old Enough's" muse is "Little Suzie". "Wake up", they preach to her pearly ears...or beg her, depending how much you read into the song. We are all little Suzie's, or at least my friends; who need to wake up to the fact that college is over and the world is ours...well sort of. Now there's a shitlong list of how much stuff we need to accomplish in order to be remotely considered applicable. The singles artwork is pretty damn clever, with a no-so-young-lady (Suzie, I presume) writing a letter to a pen pal of sorts. It's in black and white, has a Victorian-era undertone, and Jack Lawerence is reflecting within Suzie's little desk mirror. Hey there fella, how you doin? A bird cage and old photographs hang pinned above Suzie's desk; could she possibly be reminising of old love-battles, waging "if it was worth it", questioning her life decisions?
"Old Enough" reminds anyone of any age that we are not free. We are somehow tied to the ship of commerce and dollar signs, heading due East. Fuck, we couldn't even pay for the gas to fill the damn boat. The song winds down without dying down with the artists repeating, "You're not free". It's our neon warning to GET OUT NOW. But the question is, where do we go? I have no fucking clue as much as the next Suzie, but I do know you should buy and listen to this song. Peace.
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