SOUNDTRACK: NEGATIVLAND-“Nesbitt’s Lime Soda Song” (1987).
There are multiple references to Nesbitt’s soda in this book. I am unfamiliar with Nesbitt’s except in this funny little song from Negativland (on their album Escape from Noise). I have always liked this song, perhaps because it is so simple (and is an actual song) amidst the chaos of the album.
A simple strummed guitar introduces this quaint song about everyday frustrations:
We spent a lovely summer, my wife Elaine and me,
We bought us a great big motor home, with a shower and TV,
We was camping and having a great time, watching Brokaw on Today,
Till a bee flew into the Nesbitt’s Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.Now most of the time I’m a peaceful man, but I lost my temper that day,
Just one last bottle of Nesbitt’s Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
I’m including the second verse not only because of the sodas listed, which I find endearing, but also because of the phrase “good old Mountain Dew” which reminds me of something DFW would say:
I brought a case of Nehi, and Double Cola, too,
A half a dozen Upper 10’s, and good old Mountain Dew,
I bought a quart of cola-a, to get me through the day,
But just one bottle of Nesbitt’s Lime Soda, and we had to throw it away.
I think most of the Nesbitt’s in the story is orange (that was their big seller) but Nesbitt’s did actually did have a Lime (or I guess Lemon-Lime) soda as well
[READ: August 4, 2014] Pale Summer Week 4 (§23-§26)
After last week’s massive 100 page section inside of one person’s head, it’s nice to get back to some of these smaller sections. I’m particularly pleased to have another David Wallace section, as I find his the most entertaining.
§23
This is a brief First person section that begins: “Dream:” Rows of foreshortened faces, many blank doing endless small tasks. It was his psyche teaching him about boredom. He was often bored as a child, but that boredom was not actual boredom. Back then he worried and fretted a lot, feeling the “sort of soaring, ceilingless tedium that transcends tedium and becomes worry” (253). It was anxiety with no object.
He was the nervous delicate son, as opposed to his brother, the gifted driven son whose nightly piano practice coincided with their father’s return from work. I section that says “after the incident with my own son” (254) reminded me that someone suggested that “Incarnations of Burned Children” may actually fit into this book and it seems like that could be applicable here, although I shudder to think it. In psychotherapy he realized that his family was Achilles. His brother was the shield and he was the heel. His father was a warrior, but his mother’s role was unclear. (more…)
















