Growing up in New Hampshire, we were raised on restraint.
My friends who lived across the Connecticut River in Vermont were even more muffled. Most of their parents were farmers and didn’t want to hear the brays or neighs of anything beyond the barn. We would keep to ourselves even when were together. If we were going to listen to something, it was The Beatles or the Kinks or the Talking Heads.
The song New Hampshire partially contends with that quiet. A minor mafia character once said, in so many words, that he appreciated how I knew to shut up. (In my book, this ranks as the number one compliment of all time)
From Matt Pond:
Growing up in New Hampshire, we were raised on restraint.
My friends who lived across the Connecticut River in Vermont were even more muffled. Most of their parents were farmers and didn’t want to hear the brays or neighs of anything beyond the barn. We would keep to ourselves even when were together. If we were going to listen to something, it was The Beatles or the Kinks or the Talking Heads.
The song New Hampshire partially contends with that quiet. A minor mafia character once said, in so many words, that he appreciated how I knew to shut up. (In my book, this ranks as the number one compliment of all time)