What do you do when the love of your life unceremoniously dumps you on a Friday afternoon? You sing about it. That's what Bohannon did and the result is his straight-ahead titled “The Donna Dumped Me EP”, dedicated to his now ex-girfriend, Donna Gatageau.
The songs range from the paranoid, jarringly spare and tellingly lower-case “donna” to the desperate, bluesy “(I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna) Donna Back,” to the lamenting “Donna, I Love You.”
She left him in a most pathetic, although artistically busy, if not articulate, place. His only comrade – his dog; his only solace – what's left of the booze in the cabin. He's no longer welcome at the local bar. He hasn't darkened the doorway of the church since 1975. Even his once-prized Cutlass Supreme sits up on blocks in the back yard, prairie grass grown up all round it. Stalks, Bohannon knows, the long-departed Giles would have loved to munch down to the dry and frozen earth.
The earth. So full of love and lust and love lost.
Bohannon met me on his front porch. He was distraught so I didn't do my due diligence as a reporter. I let him shuffle back into his cabin. It was cold and he closed the door. It didn't latch. A draft then followed him in. I thought of Donna with her banker lover. Was that what she really wanted? I glanced back at the cabin. Maybe it was just survival. The girl had to live a little. Bohannon's lights never came on. I drove out of Buckman – on my way home.