Söndag på bloggen innebär att jag deltar i En smakebit på søndag. Varannan vecka är det Astrid Terese på bloggen Betraktninger som håller i trådarna, och varannan vecka är det Mari på bloggen Flukten fra virkeligheten.

Idag blir det ett litet längre inlägg än vanligt – det blir både bok och musik! Boken jag läser är Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine av Gail Honeyman som är september månads bok i Makeutmaningen. Det kryllar av ställen som jag ler och tänker ”bra citat”, men det är svårt att hitta dem när jag väl ska skriva inlägget. Här kommer citat från när Eleanor är ute och shoppar, något hon vanligtvis inte gör.

She had tried to steer me towards vertiginous heels again – why are these people so incredibly keen on crippling their female customers? I began to wonder if cobblers and chiropractors had established some fiendish cartel. On reflection, though, she was correct in stating that the fitted black dress did not really ”go” with either my new boots (too informal, apparantely) or my Velcro work shoes (it appeared that nothing did, much to my surprise; I had thought that they were the very definition on versitality).
We compromised with some improbably named ”kitten heels”, which, contrary to what one might think, had nothing to do with cats. They were heels which were easy to walk in, but which were, nonetheless ”very feminine”. On what basis was this decided, and by whom? Did it matter? I made a mental note to research gender politics and gender identity at some point. There would be a book about it – there were books about everything.

Så nästa del av inlägget: Böckerna är en stor del av mitt liv, men så är även musik. Jag har musik på varje dag. I fredags fick jag ett mess från en vän med tips på en låt på Spotify som ”pepp”. Den har gått varm sedan dess – jag kan inte höra mig mätt på den och hela skivan.

Gruppen heter The Highwomen och är en helt nybildad s.k. supergrupp av fyra framgångsrika sångerskor. Genren är country, och det är en genre som tyvärr inte är den lättaste att komma fram i som kvinna. Eller som en tidning skriver ”Historically, the message has been clear: if you’re a woman in country music, then you better shut up and sing. And even then, you might not end up on the radio”. The Highwomen beskrivs också som ”det bästa som hänt countrymusiken”. Det är förstås subjektivt men deras texter är nydanande inom genren.

Nog sagt om detta – bara lyssna på dessa kvinnor med sina fantastiska röster. Texten har jag klippt in nedan. Sen kan ni lyssna på hela albumet Redesigning Women på Spotify. Och lyssna då noga på alla texterna!


I was a Highwoman
And a mother from my youth
For my children I did what I had to do
My family left Honduras when they killed the Sandinistas
We followed a coyote through the dust of Mexico
Every one of them except for me survived
And I am still alive

I was a healer
I was gifted as a girl
I laid hands upon the world
Someone saw me sleeping naked in the noon sun
I heard ”witchcraft” in the whispers and I knew my time had come
The bastards hung me at the Salem gallows hill
But I am living still

I was a freedom rider
When we thought the South had won
Virginia in the spring of ’61
I sat down on the Greyhound that was bound for Mississippi
My mother asked me if that ride was worth my life
And when the shots rang out I never heard the sound
But I am still around

And I’ll take that ride again
And again
And again
And again
And again

I was a preacher
My heart broke for all the world
But teaching was unrighteous for a girl
In the summer I was baptized in the mighty Colorado
In the winter I heard the hounds and I knew I had been found
And in my Savior’s name, I laid my weapons down
But I am still around

We are The Highwomen
Singing stories still untold
We carry the sons you can only hold
We are the daughters of the silent generations
You sent our hearts to die alone in foreign nations
It may return to us as tiny drops of rain
But we will still remain
And we’ll come back again and again and again
And again and again
We’ll come back again and again and again
And again and again