HeyJaredStrange Highways
Horror. Heavy Metal. American Landscapes. I'm a writer from RVA living in the mountains of Montana. Mom. Lover of doom metal, dogs and surrounding myself with art. @instantghosts.bsky.social
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Murder Ballad Monday #8 Julie Christmas (opens the original)
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Murder ballad purists, look away, today is for the metalheads! Combing the web for feminist murder ballads, I can across a thread on Reddit that suggested this song, Bones in the Water, and fell in love immediately. So thank you, random Reddit user, for introducing me to Julie Christmas and post-metal supergroup Battle of Mice! The internet does good things sometimes, like helping me find cool music (I still think perhaps we went wrong as a species when we quit our nomadic lifestyle and became r
Imprisoned Lightning: Attack of the 50 Foot Woman and Gigantic Women in American Culture (opens the original)
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Murder Ballad Monday #7 Beware, beware, a silver dagger (opens the original)
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Since Parton’s death on August 25th, it’s been Dollymania across America, the internet and the world. What she meant to so many people, her legendary kindness and philanthropy and of course her eternal voice will live on for a long time. Although Dolly never publicly called herself a feminist, her actions, her work, her unapologetically hyper-feminine style and, most relevant to this essay, her music all spoke for her. Loudly.Feminist icon Gloria Steinem, who died on September 2nd, just a week a
Murder Ballad Monday #6 The Mother of Folk (opens the original)
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How came that blood on your shirt sleeve?A mother questions the bloodstain on her son’s shirt. To her growing horror, she soon realizes that he has committed an irrevocable act. This centuries-old ballad tells a timeless story of violence and loss.How came that blood on your shirt sleeve? Oh dear love, tell meWell, it is the blood of the old gray mareThat plowed the fields for me, me, meThat plowed the fields for meJean Ritchie (1922-2015) was a folk singer and songwriter from Viper, Kentucky wh
Murder Ballad Monday #5 MANEATER (opens the original)
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It’s the end of summer; we are balanced on the bloody edge of the season. Gold leaves appear here and there in the trees and scuttle across our backyard when the wind picks up. My son goes back to school in a week, I start teaching again a week after and it feels like any summer dreams left undone must be accomplished RIGHT NOW. I’m trying not to give in to that energy. I want to enjoy the slow slide into my favorite season, let my ideas marinate. Giantesses stomp through my dreams, maneaters, b
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