Showing posts with label Country Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Country Music. Show all posts
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Busted!
It's the end of the month and I've managed to (mostly) pay all the bills. This song seems to come to mind. Perhaps Washington (where folks are also spending my money) should adopt it as an anthem.
That's the original writer and singer. Many more have sung this song and made it famous--Johnny Cash, Ray Charles, Waylon Jennings, etc.--but it's good once in a while to hear it from the man who wrote it--Harlan Howard.
That's the original writer and singer. Many more have sung this song and made it famous--Johnny Cash, Ray Charles, Waylon Jennings, etc.--but it's good once in a while to hear it from the man who wrote it--Harlan Howard.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Traveling Music
While traveling today, I listened to a couple of CDs: The Blues Brothers, Blues Brothers 2000 and C.W. McCall's Greatest Hits. I consider all of them traveling music.
Whether on a "mission from God" or just in search of a Battle of the Bands competition outside of New Orleans, Jake, Elwood, and Mack spent a lot of time in their vehicle. Usually being chased by someone. Cops, Illinois Nazis, disgruntled and angry country bands or even more cops, it didn't seem to matter. Someone wanted them. Bad. I guess Everybody Needs Somebody. ya just gotta go Looking (for a Fox)
And the Blues Brothers' Show Band and the characters they met up with could play some mean licks, blow a hot horn, or belt out one hell of a tune. I find their songs bewitching.
And C.W. does a real fine job in the story telling line.
A prime example is this:
And this one's pretty good, too:
Whether on a "mission from God" or just in search of a Battle of the Bands competition outside of New Orleans, Jake, Elwood, and Mack spent a lot of time in their vehicle. Usually being chased by someone. Cops, Illinois Nazis, disgruntled and angry country bands or even more cops, it didn't seem to matter. Someone wanted them. Bad. I guess Everybody Needs Somebody. ya just gotta go Looking (for a Fox)
And the Blues Brothers' Show Band and the characters they met up with could play some mean licks, blow a hot horn, or belt out one hell of a tune. I find their songs bewitching.
And C.W. does a real fine job in the story telling line.
A prime example is this:
And this one's pretty good, too:
Saturday, March 05, 2011
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Whoopee Ti Yi Yo
When we moved from New Jersey to north–central Pennsylvania’s Tioga County I knew we were heading west. Is there any other way to move from New Jersey? But what I didn’t realize was just how far west we were headed.
There are all sorts of four legged critters being farmed out here. There a llamas, alpacas, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, cows and steers. Lots f horses, cows and steers. Probably more than there are humans.
Just down the road a short ways there’s one fella who must have a hundred horses in his pasture. Palominos are abundant as are grays and roans and when they are all up near the road near the feed bins it’s a sight to behold. Some “farms” have only a handful of horses including the beautiful appaloosas and a few mules and even miniatures.
The same for dairy cows. They come in all varieties just down the road. I used to know them all from Guernsey to Swiss but that was back in Animal Science class that I took in 1970. Now I just marvel at the beauty of the small, light tan Swiss on two farms and the udder production of the Guernsey on most of the other farms.
Most of the steers are of the White-faced Hereford variety but there are a few Black Angus out there.
What brought this up is the farm down the bottom of the hill that has maybe two or three dozen White-faced Herefords on a dozen or so acres of pasture about the house. Call it a gentleman’s farm, if you will. Until the last few days you would hardly know they were there. Occasionally you could hear them bawling but not much else. Even when you drove by, they were usually just over the rise and out of sight. However, there must have been something that has gotten them riled up. For the last four or five days the lowing and bawling has been a constant reminder of their presence. They are just far enough way that you can’t hear them while inside but step outdoors and whoo-boy howdy! Their calls to one another or just in protest are very evident. Makes you want to mount up and ride herd singing all the while.
(Yeah, it's from Prairie Home Companion but what the heck. I like the lyrics used here.)
There are all sorts of four legged critters being farmed out here. There a llamas, alpacas, sheep, goats, pigs, horses, cows and steers. Lots f horses, cows and steers. Probably more than there are humans.
Just down the road a short ways there’s one fella who must have a hundred horses in his pasture. Palominos are abundant as are grays and roans and when they are all up near the road near the feed bins it’s a sight to behold. Some “farms” have only a handful of horses including the beautiful appaloosas and a few mules and even miniatures.
The same for dairy cows. They come in all varieties just down the road. I used to know them all from Guernsey to Swiss but that was back in Animal Science class that I took in 1970. Now I just marvel at the beauty of the small, light tan Swiss on two farms and the udder production of the Guernsey on most of the other farms.
Most of the steers are of the White-faced Hereford variety but there are a few Black Angus out there.
What brought this up is the farm down the bottom of the hill that has maybe two or three dozen White-faced Herefords on a dozen or so acres of pasture about the house. Call it a gentleman’s farm, if you will. Until the last few days you would hardly know they were there. Occasionally you could hear them bawling but not much else. Even when you drove by, they were usually just over the rise and out of sight. However, there must have been something that has gotten them riled up. For the last four or five days the lowing and bawling has been a constant reminder of their presence. They are just far enough way that you can’t hear them while inside but step outdoors and whoo-boy howdy! Their calls to one another or just in protest are very evident. Makes you want to mount up and ride herd singing all the while.
(Yeah, it's from Prairie Home Companion but what the heck. I like the lyrics used here.)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Where had Johnny been?
This one might take some thought:
more graph humor and song chart memes
Or at least an explanation:
Excellent song.
more graph humor and song chart memes
Or at least an explanation:
Excellent song.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
I'm Still a Guy
Dudley posted a version of this, but it was from someone's hand held at a live concert and you miss some of the words. I like this one better 'cause you can hear everything Paisley wrote, even if you miss the audience reactions. (It's a cover at someone's home studio, but still sounds great.)
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