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[jimsong]

Br'er Bear,
Your comment about Police fear of concerning a domestic dispute, brings to mind another situation I found myself in. More humorous than frightening, although I probably should have been frightened, looking back. I was too green to realize what was happening.
On my first trip to Nashville to be "Discovered", I was staying in a cheap hotel, while I made the rounds to the publishing houses on "Music Row", along 16th and 17th avenues.
I was 23, and had ridden a bus from Tulsa, with a sheaf of songs and $150 to spend a week or two being "discovered". And then returning to Oklahoma in a Cadillac.
Well, my $150 lasted five days. (I did have the forebearance to buy a roundtrip ticket. I wonder why I didn't have the forebearance not to quit my job.) I was staying in a very cheap hotel, across from the bus station.
(It ain't there anymore, I looked for it a couple of years ago while in Nashville as a tourist.)
My last night there, in the wee hours of the morning, someone was beating someone else, against the door of my room.
Well having more balls than brains, I jerked the door open, and found a pimp disiplining one of his girls.
Well, I HAD jerked the door open, I had to do something! The guy was huge! But I grabbed him by the throat, and pushed him against the opposite wall of the narrow hallway. And told him to take his business elsewhere.
He was very compliant, and agreed that my door was not the place for him to conduct his business. He was very apologetic, and I found myself kind of liking him.
We parted on agreeable terms and I turned to go back into my room.
Then the little s**t, slashed me down my chest, with an aluminum comb! ( It was 40 years ago, and I still carry the scar.)
The pimp slapped the comb from her hand and went upside her face, and dragged her down the hallway, apologizing to me every second step.
Even at the moment, I thought it was funny.
I have never enjoyed a lady of the evening, never have been tempted to. But if I ever do, I shall look up that pimp in Nashville.

 

[bearridge]

Singin' Jim,

I went off ta be discovered a few times myownself. The last time it wuz Macon. I discovered it wuz time fer me ta figger out a better way ta put them three squares on the table 'n keep a roof over my head. I had tapes.....which sounded good back then.....not so good today. :wink:

az our Jap pal Wa Nabi Bob sez

sayonara

bearridge

A hooker once told me she had a headache. Rodney Dangerfield

 

[Kayak Jack]

I hope you guys don't get in trouble and have to have a lecture for talking about cops, pimps, whores, and musical non-talent in the air gun column. Could be a knee-scraping occurrence.

 

[oldsparkey]

I hope you guys don't get in trouble and have to have a lecture for talking about cops, pimps, whores, and musical non-talent in the air gun column. Could be a knee-scraping occurrence.

We don't have them in the Good Ole South , that is a Yankee problem.

All we have is Law Enforcement folks , the free lancing ( Gee.. I bet they are not from Lansing , Michigan ) ladies that grant any wish or desire , Commonly called ... Escorts. :wink:

The music .. That is all talent for the world to enjoy (not some raspy sound out in the wilds while camping ) harmonious and almost as good as a bowl of steaming , piping hot , buttery grits..... I said .. Almost.

Chuck.

 

[bearridge]

Well, I dont know bout Singin' Jim, but one of my best songs wuz "Pump Me Up Baby, My Pneumatic iz Down 'n Out". That wuz a blues song. So far I never met a pimp, but I did eat in the Senate Dinin' Room once. Too many suits fer me....give me a headache. It always makes me think someone is suckin' up when they put one on, unless the fella wearin' one iz shootin' pellets at squirrels.....the big red bushy ones who dont go down eazy like Chip 'n Dale. :mrgreen:

regards
bearridge
bodine college
ted nugent chair

It is not the responsibility of the government or the legal system to protect a citizen from himself. Justice Casey Percell

 

[jimsong]

I come from a line of singers. My father had a powerful voice. (My broken neck didn't get my voice and left side, it was the surguries to fix the neck that did me in)
And he always said his two favorite songs were Gene Autry singing"Who Honked My Saddle Horn" and "How Can I Miss You, If you Won't Leave".
Strangely, although he sang all day, every day on the farm, he never actually sang those two songs.
Honorable mention was given to "Oh What A Bag Dad Had". Mercifully, He didn't sing that number either.

 

[bearridge]

I am sad ta tell ya'll I never knew Gene flew the Hump durin' WWII. My Uncle Ham flew it too. How bout the cowboy code.

1. The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage.
2. He must never go back on his word, or a trust confided in him.
3. He must always tell the truth.
4. He must be gentle with children, the elderly, and animals.
5. He must not advocate or possess racially or religiously intolerant ideas.
6. He must help people in distress.
7. He must be a good worker.
8. He must keep himself clean in thought, speech, action, and personal habits.
9. He must respect women, parents, and his nation's laws.
10. The Cowboy is a patriot.


I wish we had a few cowboys in Washington. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Autry

regards
bearridge

When all government, domestic and foreign, in little as in great things, shall be drawn to Washington as the center of all power, it will render powerless the checks provided of one government on another and will become as venal and oppressive as the government from which we separated. Thomas Jefferson

 

[jimsong]

B'rer Bear,
I, too, am shamed that I didn't know the Gene flew the Hump.
The Rules and regulations of being cowboy remind me of an act I saw somewhere(I have seen so many unknown acts, I have trouble placing them chronologically and geographically.)(Actually, I have trouble chronocling my own life, in that respect!) This act was a trio as I remember, and did cowboy songs in the tradition of the "Sons of the Pioneers".
At the end of their set, the lights dimmed, and a spot light was on one singer dressed in fairly authentic cowboy garb, and he delivered"The Cowboy Code".
He covered everything from personal hygeine, to stand your ground and die if you're in the right, to stand before God every Sunday in Church.
He spoke so eloquently and emotionally, that he about had the entire audience in tears.
It's very unusual for me, but I somehow quit the venue without buying one of their CDs. (I always buy at least one CD from an act, even if I don't really like them. We need to support diversity in music. The homoginization of commercial music diminishes us all.)(I gotta say though, I own no CDs of rap nor disco! Their very existance diminishes us!)
But I really regret that I don't have a CD of "The Cowboy Code." And I regret that I don't even remember the name of the act.
About "The Sons Of The Pioneers". Did you know that Dale died a couple of years ago?
Dale Warren's death means nothing to 99.99% of the population of the world. But I remember when he was the new kid in 1953. And DAMN! That baritone could sing!
As the old school died off or retired, Dale was the sons of the pioneers to me. The new guys were more than competent, if you're not 100% above average in singing, you don't get a berth in the sons of the pioneers.
I went to Brason about a year and a half ago to see the "Sons Of The Pioneers", and they were good. Very good.
But without Dale's clear as a bell baritone under"See them tumbling down". it just wasn't the same.
They are stil the best vocal band in existance. Only the "Light Crust Dough Boys are older, in the English speaking world. But I don't think I will ever go see them again.
I am too much reminded of my own mortality.
Jim

 

[Bilgerat]

B'rer Bear,
......The Rules and regulations of being cowboy remind me of an act I saw somewhere(I have seen so many unknown acts, I have trouble placing them chronologically and geographically.)(Actually, I have trouble chronocling my own life, in that respect!) This act was a trio as I remember, and did cowboy songs in the tradition of the "Sons of the Pioneers".
At the end of their set, the lights dimmed, and a spot light was on one singer dressed in fairly authentic cowboy garb, and he delivered"The Cowboy Code".
He covered everything from personal hygeine, to stand your ground and die if you're in the right, to stand before God every Sunday in Church.
He spoke so eloquently and emotionally, that he about had the entire audience in tears....
Jim

That would be Riders in the Sky. The group is made up of Ranger Doug, Woody Paul and Too Slim. The have a website HERE. You can watch them sing How the yodel was born HERE.

Oh! When you talk about the Sons of the Pioneers and the Light Crust Dough Boys, don't forget to mention Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys. All made great music! 8) 8)

[added on edit] I see Riders in the Sky have added a 4th member who plays the squeeze box.

Mike

 

[jimsong]

Those are the guys, Mike! Thank you! I am glad to know they are still working!
Texas Playboys: I often ponder, just why did he name the band the "Texas"Playboys? He played almost excusivley in Tulsa, until he went into the Army.
When he left the Army in '43 he played almost exclusivly in California.
Every time he tried to base the Texas Playboys in Texas, he got disastered!
And "Western Swing": Just where the hell did "western" get involved?
About as far west as he got, musically, was the Sabine river!
The Texas Playboys played Jazz! I have absolutely nothing against jazz, but why does a jazz band wearing Stetsons make it western swing?
I guess Willie Nelson falls into the same groove. He struggled with Nashville, he wrote good music, and they hated him for it. He wrote and sang jazz.
He came home to Texas, and kickd their ass from afar! To this very day, I hear people bad mouth any music but Country and western, , and Willie is their favorite singer. Sheesh!
And I wonder how this thread got from gun fighting, to Willie Nelson!

 

[Bilgerat]

And I wonder how this thread got from gun fighting, to Willie Nelson!

I dunno, but it seems like a dang good hijack to me! 8)

Mike

 

[Bilgerat]

Cool Water

 

[bearridge]

Doug Sahm iz the only Texas picker I played with (once), but I am partial ta Billy Gibbons. Stevie Ray left here 'n moved over there. Always liked Lyle Lovett 'n Delbert McClinton. Long ago I used ta listen ta Waylon when he picked a plain guitar....might have been his first album.

Soon az I hit "submit", I bet I recall more Texas pickers I like. [Not jest recorded in Texas like Johnny Winter 'n Robert Johnson.]

regards
bearridge
bodine music dept

ps A pal who played the bass 'n lives in Nashville sends me some email ever now 'n then frum this fella who sang behind Elvis. I never knew Elvis liked gospel music so much. Jordaniares......yeah. :wink:

All the perplexities, confusions, and distresses in America arise, not from defects in their constitution or confederation, not from a want of honor or virtue, so much as from downright ignorance of the nature of coin, credit, and circulation. John Adams

 

[Jimmy W]

Bear, Stevie was born and raised in Texas. Any list of great Texas pickers has got to include Freddie King.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZK04CuXcz4&feature=related

One mo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PURIZ388xvE&feature=related

 

[Wannabe]

Jimmy,
I likes that Freddie King.
Bob

 

[jimsong]

Stevie Ray and Jimmy Vaughn just about grew up playing the bars in Oak Cliff. Stevie Ray just amazed me, with how much sound he could get out of one guitar. There is a guitar slinger playing now, named Kenny Wayne Shepard, who is a dead ringer, musically, for Stevie Ray.
Billy F Gibbons really frustrates me. Everything he does sounds so simple, until I try it.
Yes, Waylon Jennings was a suberb guitar player, but as his career progressed, he played less and less. I think he could still do it, it just wasn't important to him anymore.
I would be VERY hard pressed to name my favorite guitar player. It would depend on the genre. Blues- Buddy Guy or BB King or Freddie King or Albert King. Blues rock- Billy F Gibbons or Eric Clapton. Country rock- Joe Walsh or Don Felder. Rock-George Thoroughgood or George Harrison. Texas shuffle- Stevie Ray Vaughn or Kenny Wayne Shepard. Bare Bones Blues- Robert Johnson. Classical- Andre Segovia or Sharon Ibsen. Jazz-Django Rienhardt or Willie Nelson. For getting the most pleasant, but impossible sound out of one acoustic guitar- Mississippi John Hurt.
There are a bunch of good ones in country- Vince Gill comes to mind, but there is one, whose name I can't think of. I don't know if he has ever put out a record on his own. But you will hear him on every other top 40 country song. He is a studio musician in Nashville, and he's from Indiana, or some other hotbed of lightning fast country guitarists. Slide- Billy F Gibbons comes to mind. Probably because I heard "Tush" today. Then there are guitarists that defy classification. Junior Brown, Big Bill Broonzy,Huddie Leadbetter, Don Rich, Tony Rice, ad infinitum!
I fear most of my guitar enjoyment comes from listening nowdays. I had to lay the axe down for so long after the neck thing,and then there was the nerve damage, and then I moved to the only part of Texas with no Guitar player good enough to steal licks from!
ARGH! I forgot Chet Atkins and Buck Everly, and Les Paul, and Merle Travis, and John Fahey, and Doc Watson.
Excuse me, I need to go stack my guitars in a heap, and set fire to them.
After carefully considering all of these pickers whilst writing this post, I have deemed myself unworthy of ever touching a guitar again!
Jim

 

[Jimmy W]

Jim, Another Texan that we left out was T-Bone Walker. Buddy Guy is a favorite of mine. I just got his Skin Deep CD and have played it a lot already. Buddy is joined by Derek Trucks on a couple tracks. They are also joined by Susan Tedeschi on one. Eric Clapton plays with Buddy on one track and Robert Randolph joins him playing steel guitar on two tracks. Mississippi John Hurt was good, your post just made me to play that again. Another Mississippi born picker to mention is Hubert Sumlin who played with Howlin' Wolf. I also just added CDs by Jimmy Reed and Magic Sam to my collection.
Jimmy

 

[jimsong]

B'rer Bear,
You played with Doug Sahm, huh? Impressive! He was good! He knew when to pick 'em up and when lay 'em down!
But for some reason, To me, Doug Sahm was kind of like opera to me. I really appreciate the the skill to do what he did, but it just didn't move me. He didn't excite me like Clapton or Stevie Ray.
But for about ten years, he was all over the place! He started four or five bands, and played sessions just to keep playing. I like a man (Or a Gal for that matter), that just wants to keep playing. Don't need the glory, don't need the money, just need the satisfaction of playing.
However, let me tell you about when Vince Gill ASKED play with me! (Sort of).
I was jamming at the big Bluegrass Festival at Guthrie Oklahoma. I like Bluegrass, but my right hand has always sucked, and flat picking needs a really fast right hand.
But I was sitting with a half dozen guys and gals, under a shade tree, playing rhythym, and acting like a Bluegrass guitarist, when a voice from behind me said, "Mind if I sit in?"
Well, the tradition of Bluegrass, is that everyone is welcome to play with everyone, so without looking back,I said "Sure, pull up a chair".
So, as the folding chairs were being shuffled around to make room for the new guy, I looked across the circle of musicians, and everyone was staring at the new guy! I glanced over my shoulder, and it was Vince Gill!
One heck of a nice guy! Easily musically superior to all of us sitting there, but he took his turn at picking songs like all the rest. And he did his best(And it was GOOD) at making whoever was leading look good!
I was impressed with his guitar playing, and impressed with his character. He backed me up on "Gospel Ship", and DAMN, no tape recorder in sight! (That would have looked good on my resume!)
After about ten songs , he politely excused himself, picked up his chair, and joined another circle of jammers. (He was probably looking for a good group of musicians, but too polite to say so.)
A couple of years later, I was working with a rock guitarist named Bo Cano, on our "day" jobs. (Actually, it was Bo's day job. I had long since given up on making a living playing music.) Bo had gone to high school with Vince. He told me that Vince was swarmed by girls all through high school, but the boys in his class were pretty sure he was gay. (Sometimes jealousy reveals itself in bizzar fashions)
I have (Had, I got burglarized, and talk about bizzar. They took memories and musical instuments, and left guns and money.) other questionable claims to fame. A pick from the hand of Buddy Guy, (I snagged it out of the air, as he skimmed it over the audience.) A letter from Leon Russel. (Rejecting a song I was trying to get him to record.),a letter from Jack Clements (rejecting a song I sent to him for Johnny Cash to record), a photo of me with Kris Kristofferson (after a concert. ( His, not mine. )He wasn't interested in any of my songs. But he was nice!) A photo of me with Mac Davis. (After a concert. (His, not mine) He wasn't interested in any of my songs either! Pedestrians!)( Mac was nice,too.)
And the piece' de resistance' - blood stained, safari style jacket, that I was wearing during a fist fight in, and subsequently, being thrown out of, "Tootsie's Orchid Lounge", on Broadway, in Nashville.
The altercation was no fault of mine at all. All I did was yell"Willie Nelson is the best songwriter Nashville has ever seen, and the rest of you suck!" I really didn't mean it. (There MAY have been some Johnny Walker Black involved. )
But for no reason, I was attacked by about five ruffians! I cleverly wedged my right ear between one of the assailents teeth, and repeatedly bashed anothers fist with my nose. After ruining someone's elbow with my ribs, and crushing someones knee with my testicles, I left. Hurriedly. Some might say I was flying. But at least I had the wisdom to leave by the alley door. It was closer to the Ryman Theater. (Where they were probaly awaiting my arrival, but my garments were soiled, and I did have an appearence to maintain.)
The thief that stole my strong box didn't steal the jacket, though. I think I gave it to Goodwill, in an uncharacteristic fit of generosity.

 

[bearridge]

Singin' Jim,

I kin top that. Doug didnt ask ta play with me. I walked up on the stage 'n jest started singin' backup. Hiz Mexicans wuz in a funk 'n jest standin' behind the stage.....some kinda labor problem I reckon. It wuz jest a college party 'n he wuz glad someone who knew the words ta some Stones songs give hiz throat a rest. He suprized me with hiz fine pickin' on a thick body, jazz style guitar.

I heard Stevie Ray spent a year with some family in Jackson, but I heard bout aliens that grabbed these two winos in Pascagoula too.

Once upon a time I made leather stuff. I liked these wide, thick guitar straps with a heap a designs all over 'em......like Aztecs gone wild. I took some ta a show in Memphrika 'n a pal of mine went backstage ta try ta sell one ta Billy Gibbons. He sez "naw....dont like wide ones".

Bout a year later I wuz in Mike Ladd's Guitar 'n Drum City. Mike set up cross the road frum Graceland. I swapped a strap fer some whiz bang.....I wuz kinda strapped fer cash. Next time I dropped by, Mike sez Scotty Moore seen it 'n grabbed it up. Mike sez Scotty showed it ta Elvis who sent word that he wanted one with hiz Zodiac sign all over it. Mike wanted ta swap me some more whizbangs fer a strap fer the King.

I didnt need any more whiz bangs. I jest needed ta play better 'n quit singin'. I tole him "no thanks". I reckon that iz why Elvis turnt ta dope 'n started shootin' up the neighborhood frum hiz back porch.

Oh, me'n Alex Chilton played guitar at a pal's house in Memphrika once. It wuz after "The Letter" 'n before he got bad inta the dope. Early "Big Star" days. I mite have got in bad shape myownself that nite, but my dog Abbey ate one of the cat turds 'n I jest caint play guitar with a funky dog at my feet. I reckon Alex didnt care fer it either. [I listen ta hiz music bout az much az any store bought music I got.]

I went ta the Sunshine State toward the end. I wuz on a mission ta sweep all the sand outta the motel parkin' lots. I met a fella name "John" in a bar. He wuz a playin' songs fer the drunks. I asked him if I kin join up with him. We played purty reglar. $10 a nite 'n all the beer 'n popcorn we wanted. John wuz a drummer who used ta play with some fellas called the Allman Joys. He heard my songs 'n sez "go ta Macon 'n ask fer Johnny Sandlin......tell him I sent ya". I done like he sez. Johnny wuz polite. Capricorn Records wuz a very funky place. I seen where Duane 'n Berry died on them damn motorcikles. I went home 'n joined Jesse Earl 'n the Blue Moons. Three of my best pals jest pickin' fer fun......ever dang kinda music there wuz.

That wuz bout where I belonged....back in the Delta.

yer low middlin' pal
bearridge

ps I met Vince once when he wuz in that cowboy band. They played at the local college. I had never heard of him, but I walked up durin' a break 'n will never fergit how friendly he wuz. He didnt try ta make a move on me, so I dont figger he iz a queer.


He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches. George Bernard Shaw

 

[bearridge]

I got more rejection tales. They make fer good campfire talk 'n it dont look like I am likely ta run outta 'em. :wink: