And maybe it is obvious.  The parallels are obvious.  After all, David mentioned it himself.  He mentioned the Bible.  And so I must admit the synchronicity—the meaningful coincidence.  How David Threnody’s life parallels the story of David in the Bible.  How he defeated the Goliath at Bastogne.  How his friendship with Johnny Tribout compares with David and Jonathan’s relationship in the book of Samuel.  How Popovitch compares to Saul.  How what happens next, the next part of David Threnody’s story, his biography, the next section of it—on Bethany—compares…  But I’ve already said this.  The truth that this book I’m writing about him, this book about his life, David’s life, has already happened, the fiction of writing of it has already happened, the questions about his life as a musician already answered.  And I guess now it just reminds me again of that train going by, me on the wrong road, lost at a crossroads from making a wrong turn—it reminds me of his voice and what makes me write about it…

            You don’t have to look hard.  Just Google it.  The story of Jonathan and David has long been a favorite of gay people, who easily identify with the challenges these intimate friends faced.  At his 1895 trial, Oscar Wilde cited the example of David and Jonathan in support of “the love that dare not speak its name”.  Many gays believe that Jonathan and David were same sex lovers, based on the way God presents their story in scripture and based on the Hebrew words used to describe their relationship. Scripture speaks in glowing terms of Jonathan and David’s loving intimacy, exchanging clothing, embracing, weeping together, hugging and kissing each other.   When David learns of Saul and Jonathan’s death, he chants a lament, which in part says:

Saul and Jonathan, beloved and pleasant in their life, and in their death they were not parted; they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions… “How have the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Jonathan is slain on your high places… I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan; you have been very pleasant to me. Your love to me was more wonderful than the love of women… How have the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished…”

            David Threnody made a lament as well.  Years after the war.  When he learned of Johnny Tribout killing himself.  After his ex-wife made sexual accusations against him and threatened civil action to make him pay back child support.  After learning of her adultery.  And maybe it’s tongue in cheek.  Like his journal entry—his so-called coming out of the closet.  How he found it ridiculous being accused of being gay.  His sarcasm coming out in the song, his sadness over the death of a life-long friend, and his ire against the woman who caused it.  And you can note that he made a distinction—that there are bad women and good women in his world view.  It’s obvious in this song he’s addressing whores:

            Don’t come too soon!

            Yeah baby, make it last…

            No, don’t die too soon!

            Yeah baby, make me last…

            I ain’t drunk for your love,

            And baby this ain’t a fast…

 

            Good women don’t make no threats

            But bad women do…

            Uh hmm…  Good women don’t make no threats

            But bad women do…

            Good women take you in

            And a bad woman kick you out without your shoes

            (Oh boys, don’t I know…)

 

            Men have a load

            That good women take…

            Yeah, men have a load

            That good women take

            But fast or slow, burden don’t matter to a bad woman

            Givin’ or takin’ with a bad woman you know you buying a fake

 

            I once had friend

            Boys, aint that sad?

            Yeah, I once had friend

            Young men, ain’t that sad?

            He died for a woman who said she was nice

            But old man knows she was naturally born bad…

 

            Don’t come too soon!

            Yeah, baby make it last…

            No, don’t die too soon!

            Yeah, baby make me last…

            A whore might like it if you die quickly,

            But a good woman don’t take no money for the past…

            –Bad Woman Blues… written by David Threnody: Jan 22, 1975

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