Whatever happened to Jolene, Lucille and Roxanne?

[KG]

Posted by musicJJMG on September 4, 2013 at 1:00pm

Ever wonder what happened to Dolly Parton's Jolene? Or The Police's Roxanne? Or Elton John's Daniel?

A new album of so-called answer songs is heading your way to tell you just that and more. The brainchild of British musician David Rotheray, former lead guitarist with The Beautiful South, "Answer Ballads" takes some of the most famous songs in popular music and updates the listener on the later years of the principal subject....


http://www.nodepression.com/profiles/blogs/whatever-happened-to-jolene-lucille-and-roxanne

[Chan790]

1. No, I didn't.

If there are universal rules for story-telling, and I'd argue there are very few, two are:

1.) Stop writing when you get to the end of the story.
2.) Resist the desire for unnecessary epilogue, it poisons the narrative by becoming a new reflexive ending.

[OldEurope]

2. Thank you!

Finally I found the perfect gift for my good friend!



Edited to add: She's playing the guitar and sometimes does a little songwriting, just for fun.

[bluesbassman]

3. I agree with Chan's comments and just add that this is similar to what Hollywood is putting out now.

Highlights the lack of creativity in the entertainment industry.

[Gidney N Cloyd]

4. I wonder if Suzanne sold her place by the river before the housing market tanked...

[NightWatcher]

5. Luka moved out of her place on the 2nd floor

She kinda had to after she killed her ex in self defense. There was a rumor she was going to buy a diner from a guy named Tom.

[nolabear]

6. I understand Rhonda never was much help, either.

She knew a rebound romance when she saw one.

[Gidney N Cloyd]

7. I heard Bertha and the other Butt sisters invented twerking.

[OriginalGeek]

8. Dad started drinkin'

I wrecked the Lincoln...

[Nevernose]

9. Answer poetry has been around for centuries

Ironically, I was just lamenting the dearth of good answer poems a few days ago.

Here's two of the most famous ones:

Marlowe:

COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks 5
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies, 10
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold, 15
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love. 20

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing 25
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.

Raleigh's (The Nymph's) Reply:

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.
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