Paint It Black

I am in a gloomy and very dark mood since Friday, for obvious reasons. I thought I might slow down with the blog a bit. I still blogged the equivalent of two posts a day in a year already, so it's not like I have been unproductive. So anyway, I am sad and angry. Fuming even. Again, for obvious reasons. I think this song is on order, which I will use as a catharsis. It is the second one I upload a song from the Rolling Stones. For me, it is first and foremost the song of the closing credits of Full Metal Jacket. It is also the song I listen to when I feel particularly misanthropic.

These Boots Are Made For Walkin'

I know, I know, I put this song on this blog before, a lifetime ago it seems now.But I got it in the head and I think that regardless of that famous scene in Full Metal Jacket, it has artistic merit, whatever I said in my first post about it. It's full of fetishist subtext (no wonder Kubrick used it), rough poetry and it has a great beat. There is freshness and genuine, unstaged energy in Nancy Sinatra's interpretation. Maybe this is just an impression I have. But I put the song here again, just because.