And now for something completely different: a Western music video.
And now for something completely different: a Western music video.
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That guy riding without a hat is insane, and historically unlikely.
His hat’s in his hand, isn’t it?
Perhaps, but why? The sun is shining.
Yeah, and his friends are sweating like Alaskans in Houston. Maybe this guy borrowed his brother’s hat, which is a size too big.
I think he’s proud of his spiky “do,” and is more afraid of hat hair than sun stroke.
Ah, has no one got an ounce of romance in him?
He figures he’s COOL without the hat. His spiky hair makes the whole little movie.
So, we left the shot guy sleeping on the floor by the door, the girl stole the horses tied up outside and the herd of cowboys following the shot guy were all ghosts…is that it?
I took it that the shot guy was the ghost, and the woman was an angel come to greet him. So maybe the fact that he didn’t go with her means he’s eternally lost. Or not.
heh, heh. You have to wonder what the dead man is supposed to do after the video stops? He says, “Oh, I’m dead already. What now?” The song says he’s a little north of heaven, which has got to look pretty bleak from where he stands.
North of Heaven, yeah, but south of Santa Fe. Wherever that gets him.
I actually spent most of the film trying to figure out if it was really shot on location south of Santa Fe, and if so, where exactly that might have been. Maybe in Cerrillos or Madrid? I think there are also some ghost towns thereabouts now. But I couldn’t see the mountains well enough…
(I was raised in New Mexico. I can’t help it.)
North of heavan reminds me of George McDonald’s book, “At The Back Of The North Wind.”
I re-read that book recently only to realize I had missed the whole point when I’d read it in my younger years. Of course it helps that I now live at the back of the north woods.