To many people, New Year's Eve means lots of alcohol. Where there's alcohol, there's always a drunk. Or two. Some contemporary comics have made a decent attempt at creating a truly funny version of the stock comic character "The Drunk." None come close to the great Foster Brooks. Here he is with a perfect foil, Dean Martin, in a classic bit about an airline pilot. Happy New Year!
The Cumberland Post
My Backyard, Six Miles from the Cumberland River
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Merry Christmas
Son, Daughter in law, and two grandsons arrived Tuesday night. Christmas is in full swing here.
The choir at King's College, Cambridge, and "O Holy Night."
And, do you remember Noma Bubble Lights?
The choir at King's College, Cambridge, and "O Holy Night."
And, do you remember Noma Bubble Lights?
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Country Music Begins Here
Jimmy Rodgers (1897-1933), aka "The Singing Brakeman," "The Blue Yodeler," and the "Father of Country Music" was a country singer known for his rhythmic yodeling. He was the first country music superstar and his one of his earliest recordings, "Blue Yodel" (1927), also known as "T for Texas," sold over 500,000 records. Many of his songs are about railroading and are authentic in that he and his father both worked on the Mobile and Ohio RR, and he worked on "The New Orleans and Northeastern," as well as the "Southern Pacific." He contracted Tuberculosis in 1924 and died of the disease at the age of 36.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Simple Tastes: Nonie's Light Cornbread
I have very simple tastes in food. I've tried lots of fancy recipes here and there over the years, but most of that fancy food just doesn't satisfy me. A few years ago, when Joyce and I went out sometimes to high end restaurants with a gourmet couple we used to know, we generally judged the experience "fun" but not necessarily tasty or filling.
I suppose this goes back to my upbringing. My Mom was a great cook, but what she did well was take the simplest fare and do it with quality in her own unique way. Her specialties were yeast rolls, cornbread, potato salad, cole slaw, white beans, meat loaf, roasts, fried chicken, chocolate cake, apple pie, etc.
Joyce, the other great cook in my life, is from the same simple tradition. She learned some things from her mother, but also a lot from her Grandmother Talley. Over the years she's even taught me some of those secrets.
On this past Saturday afternoon, while I was doing the grocery shopping, she prepared the evening meal. Around 3 PM she put on the white (Northern) beans. They were ready by the time I came in.
Then I watched (and took a couple of pictures) as she prepared Nonie's Light Cornbread, which is what we call it now. "Nonie" is the name our grandkids all call her. This cornbread has been modified over the years to reflect the low fat approach we take to our diet. We don't try to eliminate fat, just keep it low.
Nonie's Light Cornbread
1 and 1/2 to 2 cups White Lily Buttermilk Corn Meal, self rising. Some in the South might consider this a travesty, not using Martha White. We think the White Lily is finer ground, resulting in a smoother, less coarse texture in the baked bread.
One egg. Not two, one will do.
1 to 1 and 1/2 cup of skim or 1% Milk. The mixed batter should have consistency but still pour from a spoon.
Use no oil or lard in the batter. It's good that way, but you get a lot of fat grams.
Using a whisk, stir all these together in a batter. Stir well. One of Grandmother Talley's secrets was making sure the ingredients were thoroughly mixed together.
While you're preparing the ingredients, spray some of that no stick butter flavor cooking spray inside your iron skillet.
Place in oven for five minutes as it's pre heating to 450 degrees. When you pour the batter in, it should sizzle in the hot skillet as it fries the batter around the edges. These crunchy parts make for some good eating later when the bread is ready.
Place the skillet with the batter in the oven for approximately 15 minutes. If your oven has a window, you can tell when the cornbread is ready; the top will be a golden brown like in the pic above.
We butter the top of the bread in the skillet with Smart Balance Light spread. Cut into pie shaped sections. Enjoy!
That Saturday night we had White Beans, Mashed Potatoes, Cole Slaw, Onions, and Nonie's Light Cornbread. Ummm. Ummm. Good.
Simple, but good.
I suppose this goes back to my upbringing. My Mom was a great cook, but what she did well was take the simplest fare and do it with quality in her own unique way. Her specialties were yeast rolls, cornbread, potato salad, cole slaw, white beans, meat loaf, roasts, fried chicken, chocolate cake, apple pie, etc.
Joyce, the other great cook in my life, is from the same simple tradition. She learned some things from her mother, but also a lot from her Grandmother Talley. Over the years she's even taught me some of those secrets.
On this past Saturday afternoon, while I was doing the grocery shopping, she prepared the evening meal. Around 3 PM she put on the white (Northern) beans. They were ready by the time I came in.
Then I watched (and took a couple of pictures) as she prepared Nonie's Light Cornbread, which is what we call it now. "Nonie" is the name our grandkids all call her. This cornbread has been modified over the years to reflect the low fat approach we take to our diet. We don't try to eliminate fat, just keep it low.
1 and 1/2 to 2 cups White Lily Buttermilk Corn Meal, self rising. Some in the South might consider this a travesty, not using Martha White. We think the White Lily is finer ground, resulting in a smoother, less coarse texture in the baked bread.
One egg. Not two, one will do.
1 to 1 and 1/2 cup of skim or 1% Milk. The mixed batter should have consistency but still pour from a spoon.
Use no oil or lard in the batter. It's good that way, but you get a lot of fat grams.
Using a whisk, stir all these together in a batter. Stir well. One of Grandmother Talley's secrets was making sure the ingredients were thoroughly mixed together.
While you're preparing the ingredients, spray some of that no stick butter flavor cooking spray inside your iron skillet.
Place in oven for five minutes as it's pre heating to 450 degrees. When you pour the batter in, it should sizzle in the hot skillet as it fries the batter around the edges. These crunchy parts make for some good eating later when the bread is ready.
Place the skillet with the batter in the oven for approximately 15 minutes. If your oven has a window, you can tell when the cornbread is ready; the top will be a golden brown like in the pic above.
We butter the top of the bread in the skillet with Smart Balance Light spread. Cut into pie shaped sections. Enjoy!
That Saturday night we had White Beans, Mashed Potatoes, Cole Slaw, Onions, and Nonie's Light Cornbread. Ummm. Ummm. Good.
Simple, but good.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
16th Avenue: Dalton, Dreams, and Statues
A couple of days ago I posted a Youtube song by Lacy J. Dalton called “Black Coffee.” It was, I admit, a depressing ditty and did nothing whatsoever to help the mood I was in. Nor did it exactly light a fire under the readers who stopped by. (Sorry, Buck, Scooney!)
To right the ship, to put the USS Cumberland Post back on an even keel, I’ve got to post another song by Lacy J., her signature, “16th Avenue.” Although tinged with the sadness of those who don’t achieve their dreams, it still communicates the hope of all those aspiring singers, musicians, and songwriters who come to this city following their dreams. As you’re listening, I invite you to scroll down and read the rest of the post (about Nashville's 16th Avenue) since there’s no accompanying video to Lacy J's rendition of this excellent song.
To right the ship, to put the USS Cumberland Post back on an even keel, I’ve got to post another song by Lacy J., her signature, “16th Avenue.” Although tinged with the sadness of those who don’t achieve their dreams, it still communicates the hope of all those aspiring singers, musicians, and songwriters who come to this city following their dreams. As you’re listening, I invite you to scroll down and read the rest of the post (about Nashville's 16th Avenue) since there’s no accompanying video to Lacy J's rendition of this excellent song.
Although it's reached almost mythical status (partly through Lacy J's song), 16th Avenue is a real street in Nashville. It's part of what's called the Music Row area. This is where most of the business of the music business is conducted. The Row includes 16th and 17th Avenues South (called Music Square East and Music Square West) and several other side streets. What kinds of businesses are located there? Record label offices, publishing houses, music licensing firms, recording studios, video production studios, and even a couple of radio stations.
If you're in a car driving through the area and you drive to the place where Demonbreun Street, Division Street, 16th Avenue South, and Music Square East converge, you'll be shocked to find a Roundabout. You read that right. A Roundabout. In Nashville.
There's a tiny park inside the Roundabout. It features a large statue called "Musica" which depicts nude dancers. The statue Musica was created by the same artist who did the Athena statue in Nashville's Centennial Park replica of the Parthenon (Vanderbilt grad Alan LeQuire). On his website, LeQuire says, "Dance is the physical expression of music....The theme of the sculpture is music, because of the historical and economic significance of the site."
Still, IMHO, those classical looking nudes look a little strange there in that locale. As a matter of fact, there was a bit of a controversty when the statue was unveiled a few years ago. A fundamentalist church group and a parents group raised a little Hell about the naked statues and their exposed genitalia. Now, I don't have an problems with nudity (in bronze or in the flesh), but I do think the statue is incongruous.
It's a public work of art and as the artist says, it's supposed to say something about the Music Row area and it's economic and historical significance to the city. But this statue doesn't do that. Its classical allusion to the Muses of mythology seems, to use musical terms, cacophonous in that location and off pitch in terms of purpose. These classical nude Muses are esthetically jarring and I don't mean that in some sort of avant garde good way. The whole thing just looks bizarre. Le Quire should have taken a look at Thomas Hart Benton's painting "The Sources of Country Music." Benton's painting hangs in the Country Music Hall of Fame; the preceding link will show you the painting and present an analysis of the five sources of the music that are depicted.
And here's one more personal take on Le Quire's Musica thing. The elites in this town have always had a chip on their shoulder about country music. Most of them will tell you they despise the twangy stuff, that it makes Nashville sound and look like a hick town. At the same time, they like the fame and publicity and the tourist dollars the music brings in. So, the fact that they came up with a statue like that doesn't surprise me at all. They wanted to get in on the action and stick it to the yokel fans of the music at the same time.
I didn't intend to get into a long discussion ofpubic public art here, but you sometimes have to go where the BlogMuse leads you! Getting back to the real 16th Avenue. I think I've mentioned that I've been working on a mystery novel called Blood Country. There's a passage in the novel that was inspired by a couple of songwriters I've known and by Dalton's song.
If you're in a car driving through the area and you drive to the place where Demonbreun Street, Division Street, 16th Avenue South, and Music Square East converge, you'll be shocked to find a Roundabout. You read that right. A Roundabout. In Nashville.
Still, IMHO, those classical looking nudes look a little strange there in that locale. As a matter of fact, there was a bit of a controversty when the statue was unveiled a few years ago. A fundamentalist church group and a parents group raised a little Hell about the naked statues and their exposed genitalia. Now, I don't have an problems with nudity (in bronze or in the flesh), but I do think the statue is incongruous.
It's a public work of art and as the artist says, it's supposed to say something about the Music Row area and it's economic and historical significance to the city. But this statue doesn't do that. Its classical allusion to the Muses of mythology seems, to use musical terms, cacophonous in that location and off pitch in terms of purpose. These classical nude Muses are esthetically jarring and I don't mean that in some sort of avant garde good way. The whole thing just looks bizarre. Le Quire should have taken a look at Thomas Hart Benton's painting "The Sources of Country Music." Benton's painting hangs in the Country Music Hall of Fame; the preceding link will show you the painting and present an analysis of the five sources of the music that are depicted.
And here's one more personal take on Le Quire's Musica thing. The elites in this town have always had a chip on their shoulder about country music. Most of them will tell you they despise the twangy stuff, that it makes Nashville sound and look like a hick town. At the same time, they like the fame and publicity and the tourist dollars the music brings in. So, the fact that they came up with a statue like that doesn't surprise me at all. They wanted to get in on the action and stick it to the yokel fans of the music at the same time.
Just to the West of the Roundabout is Owen Bradley Park, another very small park dedicated to notable songwriter, performer, and publisher Owen Bradley.
Within the park is a life-size statue of Bradley behind a piano. This statue actually does what the other statue was probably supposed to do.
Within the park is a life-size statue of Bradley behind a piano. This statue actually does what the other statue was probably supposed to do.
I didn't intend to get into a long discussion of
The narrator is Joe Rose, a Nashville sideman guitarist whose day job is as a private investigator (what else!). He's come to Great Axe studio on 16th Avenue to meet with his client, superstar guitarist/producer Vern Hamlin.
When I pushed through the glass doors, I saw five or six would-be songwriters and performers seated in the lobby clutching demo tapes and guitar cases, waiting for a chance to pitch a song to Vern Hamlin. They were also waiting for their big break. Most of them would probably be waiting forever. I knew about that agony first hand since I'd waited too long on that dream myself. The hope in the air was palpable; you could feel it, smell it. Too much hope like that, confined in so small a space, cloys my spirit.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Could Be the Rain
We're blue today at the old Post. Feels like we just crashed after a 70 year high. Could be the rain, or the season, or a thousand other things.
But there is balm in Gilead. Some guitarist stumbles on a melody, a lyricist finds "some golden words" that give voice to emotion, and a singer with a voice like a shot of Jack Daniels lays them out there. And we all feel a little better. Or, at least we think we do. "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad."
There are many creeks and branches and streams that flow into the big river of country music. One of those tributaries is church hymns, gospel songs, or sacred numbers, as Lester Flatt used to call them.
This one, "Lead Me Home," written by Randy Houser and Craig Monday, is one of those rare songs that like theatrical tragedy causes a dual, seemingly paradoxical, reaction in the listener. The narrator speaks of his impending death with sadness, but it's fused with such a confidence/faith that all is not lost that it lifts him up, ennobles him in our judgment. Johnson's voice is right at home here, just the right amount of weariness and hope. And that piano. I'm six years old again. Sitting on a hard pew in the Round Lick Baptist Church.
"Lead Me Home."
But there is balm in Gilead. Some guitarist stumbles on a melody, a lyricist finds "some golden words" that give voice to emotion, and a singer with a voice like a shot of Jack Daniels lays them out there. And we all feel a little better. Or, at least we think we do. "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad."
There are many creeks and branches and streams that flow into the big river of country music. One of those tributaries is church hymns, gospel songs, or sacred numbers, as Lester Flatt used to call them.
This one, "Lead Me Home," written by Randy Houser and Craig Monday, is one of those rare songs that like theatrical tragedy causes a dual, seemingly paradoxical, reaction in the listener. The narrator speaks of his impending death with sadness, but it's fused with such a confidence/faith that all is not lost that it lifts him up, ennobles him in our judgment. Johnson's voice is right at home here, just the right amount of weariness and hope. And that piano. I'm six years old again. Sitting on a hard pew in the Round Lick Baptist Church.
"Lead Me Home."
Black Coffee: Lacy J. Dalton
Rain started in the night. Still coming down. At least it's finally warmed up a bit. Think I need a little Black Coffee to get the old synapses firing this morning.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Early 1960's Nashville Christmas Parade
Found this piece of film on the Utube. This bit of nostalgia from my hometown has to be "early" sixties, judging by the cars. I know where the person filming was standing: right at the spot where Broadway forks into 21st on the left and West End on the right. But, if you go the way the parade is going you and the majorettes will pass Union Station, Hume Fogg High School, and Fifth Avenue (where the Ryman is) and end up down on lower Broad where all the honky tonks are today. There were a few "beer joints" (as my Mom called them) down there then too, including Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. Nashville still has a parade but it's nowhere near as elaborate or long.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Morning Cold Update: Wind Chill -1
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Observed at Nashville, Nashville International Airport, TN
Updated 7:15 AM CST MON DEC 13 2010
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Updated 7:15 AM CST MON DEC 13 2010
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You Are My Flower
Our son was never much into country music, but he did like "You Are My Flower," a song which came down to us, I believe, from the Carter family. I like it too and just about wore out the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's vinyl album that we used to listen to --the first NGDB "Will The Circle Be Unbroken." I bought a CD of that one and the other two as well a few years ago and continue to play them all, but the first album and this song still get the most plays. The lyric is simple, as is the melody, but like a William Blake poem, both communicate with classic economy.
Chorus
You are my flower
That's blooming in the mountain so high
You are my flower
That's blooming there for me
When summertime is gone and snow begins to fall
You can sing this song and say to one and all
Chorus
So wear a happy smile and life will be worthwhile
Forget the tears but don't forget to smile
Chorus
I'd like to post a current picture here, but we have about 3 inches of snow on the ground, it's midnight, and 16 degrees when I last checked. So I'm just going with a couple of pics from my file. The first was made in February of this year, and the second one in June.
"When Summer's gone and snow begins to fall..."
"You are my flower..."
Chorus
You are my flower
That's blooming in the mountain so high
You are my flower
That's blooming there for me
When summertime is gone and snow begins to fall
You can sing this song and say to one and all
Chorus
So wear a happy smile and life will be worthwhile
Forget the tears but don't forget to smile
Chorus
I'd like to post a current picture here, but we have about 3 inches of snow on the ground, it's midnight, and 16 degrees when I last checked. So I'm just going with a couple of pics from my file. The first was made in February of this year, and the second one in June.
"When Summer's gone and snow begins to fall..."
"You are my flower..."
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Cold Weather Makes Nashville Feel Like a Hockey Town
Weather update: So far the snow hasn't made an appearance here in the Hollow, but the wind is howling and the temperature has dropped to 25. The weather guys are still calling for 2 inches today and tonight and bitter cold over the next three to four days.
That kind of weather makes Nashville feel a bit more like a hockey town. And who knows, the colder weather may be impacting the players favorably. Our rookie goalie, 6' 6," 205 pound Anders "The Beast" Lindback is from that giant socialist icebox known as Sweden, so this weather must seem just like home to him.
To illustrate my point, The Beast "made 22 saves in his first NHL shutout, and Ryan Suter had a goal and an assist as the Nashville Predators beat the Florida Panthers 3-0 Saturday night. Nashville has won five of six and has earned at least one point in seven straight games. Florida's three-game winning streak was snapped."
Note to Buck: Thanks for pointing out to me the Preds recent successes. Especially the 3-2 victory on the road against your Western Conference leading Detroit Red Wings!
Note to Buck: Thanks for pointing out to me the Preds recent successes. Especially the 3-2 victory on the road against your Western Conference leading Detroit Red Wings!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
A Spell of Wicked Bad Weather
It's not technically winter yet, but folks around these parts are bracing for a major winter storm headed this way. Right now it's raining, has been since about 1:00 PM. As you can see from the weather report below, the rain continues into the night and then turns to snow after midnight.
Sunday's high will be 29 degrees Farenheit, with light snow continuing through the day. And take a look at Sunday night: the low will be 14 with the wind chill factor pushing it down to Zero, or 5 below. And then we get a 10 on Monday night.
Geez. I thought this was Tennessee. I wonder where Tennessee's least favorite son is now--that would berich fat cat citizen Al G, formerly known as the Prophet of Warming. Doncha think he's probably sipping a tall boy, smoking one of those expensive ceegars, chatting up some new lady, and kicking back in his big California mansion?
Sunday's high will be 29 degrees Farenheit, with light snow continuing through the day. And take a look at Sunday night: the low will be 14 with the wind chill factor pushing it down to Zero, or 5 below. And then we get a 10 on Monday night.
Geez. I thought this was Tennessee. I wonder where Tennessee's least favorite son is now--that would be
| This Afternoon | ||
 | Rain Hi: 55° POP: 90% | Rain. Highs in the mid 50s. Temperatures falling into the mid 40s in the afternoon. South winds 10 to 20 mph. Chance of rain 90 percent. |
| Tonight | ||
 | Rain And Snow Lo: 29° POP: 100% | Rain through the early morning. Snow after midnight. Snow accumulation less than 1 inch. Lows in the upper 20s. Southwest winds 5 to 15 mph. Chance of precipitation near 100 percent. |
| Sunday | ||
 | Snow Showers Hi: 29° POP: 90% | Snow showers. Breezy...Cold. Snow accumulation of 1 to 2 inches. Highs in the upper 20s. West winds 15 to 25 mph with gusts up to 35 mph. Chance of snow 90 percent. Wind chill values in the teens. |
| Sunday Night | ||
| Snow Showers Lo: 14° POP: 60% | Cloudy with snow showers likely. Breezy. Very cold. Additional snow accumulation up to 1 inch. Lows around 14. Northwest winds 15 to 25 mph. Chance of snow 60 percent. Minimum wind chill values of zero to 5 below. |
| Monday | ||
 | Mostly Cloudy Hi: 21° | Mostly cloudy in the morning then becoming partly sunny. Breezy...Cold. Highs in the lower 20s. Northwest winds 15 to 25 mph. |
| Monday Night | ||
 | Mostly Clear Lo: 10° | Mostly clear. Cold. Lows around 10. Highs in the mid 20s. |
Friday, December 10, 2010
Our Christmas Tree, A Heartless Yellow Chick and Rupert the Redbird
Two items.
First our Christmas tree. Joyce loves to decorate and at Christmastime she goes into creative overdrive. I'll snap another shot in the daytime later, because it looks just as good in daylight. We do like the warm night time glow, though. It uplifts the spirit a bit. (Click on either pic for a bigger view.)
Second, there's a very frustrated redbird in our neighborhood. For the past 7-8 days, Rupert (let's call him that) has made an appearance at our window every morning. He sits in the large Euonymus bush/tree next to our kitchen window and looks longingly at the yellow glass chick in the window. It's clear there's some chemistry at work here because Rupert frequently hovers on the small window sill to see if he can get a response from this yellow ice maiden. Of course the heartless yellow chick is unmoved by his advances. Her bright yellow color and red comb are driving him crazy. We took several pics through the glass (thus the reflections) but this is the best we could get so far. If Rupert continues his campaign, we'll try again.
First our Christmas tree. Joyce loves to decorate and at Christmastime she goes into creative overdrive. I'll snap another shot in the daytime later, because it looks just as good in daylight. We do like the warm night time glow, though. It uplifts the spirit a bit. (Click on either pic for a bigger view.)
Second, there's a very frustrated redbird in our neighborhood. For the past 7-8 days, Rupert (let's call him that) has made an appearance at our window every morning. He sits in the large Euonymus bush/tree next to our kitchen window and looks longingly at the yellow glass chick in the window. It's clear there's some chemistry at work here because Rupert frequently hovers on the small window sill to see if he can get a response from this yellow ice maiden. Of course the heartless yellow chick is unmoved by his advances. Her bright yellow color and red comb are driving him crazy. We took several pics through the glass (thus the reflections) but this is the best we could get so far. If Rupert continues his campaign, we'll try again.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Popular Civil War Song: Lorena
Yes, the years do creep slowly by.LORENA
Key F
(F) THE YEARS CREEP SLOWLY (F7) BY, LO - (Bb) RE - NA,
THE (C7) SNOW IS ON THE GRASS A - (F) GAIN;
THE SUN'S LOW DOWN THE (F7) SKY, LO - (Bb) RE - NA,
THE (C7) FROST GLEAMS WHERE THE FLOWERS HAVE (F) BEEN.
BUT MY (Dm) HEART BEATS ON AS WARMLY (Am) NOW,
AS (A7) WHEN THE SUMMER DAYS WERE (Dm) NIGH; (C7)
THE (F) SUN CAN NEVER (F7) DIP SO (Bb) LOW,
OR (C7) DOWN AFFECTIONS CLOUDLESS (F) SKY.
A HUNDRED MONTHS HAVE PASSED, LORENA,
SINCE LAST I HELD THAT HAND IN MINE,
AND FELT THE PULSE BEAT FAST, LORENA,
THOUGH MINE BEAT FASTER FAR THAN THINE.
A HUNDRED MONTHS, 'TWAS FLOWERY MAY,
WHEN UP THE HILLY SLOPE WE CLIMBED,
TO WATCH THE DYING OF THE DAY,
AND HEAR THE DISTANT CHURCH BELLS CHIME.
WE LOVED EACH OTHER THEN, LORENA,
MORE THAN WE EVER DARED TO TELL;
AND WHAT WE MIGHT HAVE BEEN, LORENA,
HAD BUT OUR LOVINGS PROSPERED WELL.
BUT THEN, 'TIS PAST, THE YEARS ARE GONE,
I'LL NOT CALL UP THEIR SHADOWY FORMS;
I'LL SAY TO THEM, "LOST YEARS, SLEEP ON!
SLEEP ON! NOR HEED LIFE'S PELTING STORMS."
THE STORY OF THAT PAST, LORENA,
ALAS! I CARE NOT TO REPEAT,
THE HOPES THAT COULD NOT LAST, LORENA,
THEY LIVED, BUT ONLY LIVED TO CHEAT.
I WOULD NOT CAUSE E'EN ONE REGRET
TO RANKLE IN YOUR BOSOM NOW;
FOR "IF WE TRY, WE MAY FORGET,"
WERE WORDS OF THINE LONG YEARS AGO.
YES, THESE WERE WORDS OF THINE, LORENA,
THEY BURN WITHIN MY MEMORY YET;
THEY TOUCHED SOME TENDER CHORDS, LORENA,
WHICH THRILL AND TREMBLE WITH REGRET.
'TWAS NOT THY WOMAN'S HEART THAT SPOKE;
THY HEART WAS ALWAYS TRUE TO ME:
A DUTY, STERN AND PRESSING, BROKE
THE TIE WHICH LINKED MY SOUL WITH THEE.
IT MATTERS LITTLE NOW, LORENA,
THE PAST IS IN THE ETERNAL PAST;
OUR HEADS WILL SOON LIE LOW, LORENA,
LIFE'S TIDE IS EBBING OUT SO FAST.
THERE IS A FUTURE! O, THANK GOD!
OF LIFE THIS IS SO SMALL A PART!
'TIS DUST TO DUST BENEATH THE SOD;
BUT THERE, UP THERE, 'TIS HEART TO HEART.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Cowboy Logic
If you need a smile today, watch this Michael Martin Murphey video of his song "Cowboy Logic."
I've enjoyed Murphey's singing and his songs for many years. Here's some Wikipedia info on him:
Michael Martin Murphey (born March 14, 1945) is an American singer-songwriter. He is best known for writing and performing Western music as well as country and pop. Murphey has become a prominent musical voice for the Western horseman, rancher, and cowboy. A Western Music Association Hall of Fame inductee, Murphey has six gold albums, including Cowboy Songs, the first album of cowboy music to achieve gold status since the career of Marty Robbins. He has recorded the hit singles "Wildfire", "Carolina in the Pines", "What's Forever For", "A Long Line of Love", "What She Wants", "Don't Count the Rainy Days", and "Cowboy Logic". Murphey is also the author of New Mexico's state ballad, "The Land of Enchantment".
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Michael Murphey's first big break came through his friend Michael Nesmith, who had become part of the popular television musical group, The Monkees. Nesmith asked Murphey to write them a song for the next Monkees album, and Murphey composed "What Am I Doing Hangin' Round." The album Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn, & Jones Ltd. sold over five million copies.[4]
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May 1975, "Wildfire" reached No. 1 on the Radio and Records charts, No. 3 on Billboard's Pop Chart, and No. 1 on all Adult Contemporary Charts, giving Murphey a new level of commercial success and exposure. It sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc by the R.I.A.A. in July 1975.
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In 1990, Murphey released the album Cowboy Songs — a project he'd been working on for several years. This was a pure labor of love, since no one had recorded an album of authentic cowboy songs in more than twenty years. The album contained Murphey's versions of old cowboy songs from the public domain such as "Tumbling Tumbleweeds", "The Old Chisholm Trail", the beautiful "Spanish is the Loving Tongue", the classic "The Streets of Laredo", and his tip of the hat to Roy Rogers, "Happy Trails". The album also contained Murphey's own "Cowboy Logic".
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Murphey played a major role in the resurrection of the cowboy song genre, recording and producing some of the most successful cowboy music of the past forty years. His album Cowboy Songs inspired a whole series of albums. For his accomplishments in the Western and Cowboy Music field, Murphey received five awards from the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum, formerly known as the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City.
I've enjoyed Murphey's singing and his songs for many years. Here's some Wikipedia info on him:
Michael Martin Murphey (born March 14, 1945) is an American singer-songwriter. He is best known for writing and performing Western music as well as country and pop. Murphey has become a prominent musical voice for the Western horseman, rancher, and cowboy. A Western Music Association Hall of Fame inductee, Murphey has six gold albums, including Cowboy Songs, the first album of cowboy music to achieve gold status since the career of Marty Robbins. He has recorded the hit singles "Wildfire", "Carolina in the Pines", "What's Forever For", "A Long Line of Love", "What She Wants", "Don't Count the Rainy Days", and "Cowboy Logic". Murphey is also the author of New Mexico's state ballad, "The Land of Enchantment".
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Michael Murphey's first big break came through his friend Michael Nesmith, who had become part of the popular television musical group, The Monkees. Nesmith asked Murphey to write them a song for the next Monkees album, and Murphey composed "What Am I Doing Hangin' Round." The album Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn, & Jones Ltd. sold over five million copies.[4]
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May 1975, "Wildfire" reached No. 1 on the Radio and Records charts, No. 3 on Billboard's Pop Chart, and No. 1 on all Adult Contemporary Charts, giving Murphey a new level of commercial success and exposure. It sold over one million copies, and was awarded a gold disc by the R.I.A.A. in July 1975.
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In 1990, Murphey released the album Cowboy Songs — a project he'd been working on for several years. This was a pure labor of love, since no one had recorded an album of authentic cowboy songs in more than twenty years. The album contained Murphey's versions of old cowboy songs from the public domain such as "Tumbling Tumbleweeds", "The Old Chisholm Trail", the beautiful "Spanish is the Loving Tongue", the classic "The Streets of Laredo", and his tip of the hat to Roy Rogers, "Happy Trails". The album also contained Murphey's own "Cowboy Logic".
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Murphey played a major role in the resurrection of the cowboy song genre, recording and producing some of the most successful cowboy music of the past forty years. His album Cowboy Songs inspired a whole series of albums. For his accomplishments in the Western and Cowboy Music field, Murphey received five awards from the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum, formerly known as the National Cowboy Hall of Fame in Oklahoma City.
Monday, December 6, 2010
December 7, 1941
I'm posting this tonight because I'll be busy most of the day tomorrow.
Things look pretty bleak right now. Because of the current administration's policies, North Korea is making threats, Iran will apparently have the upper hand in the coming "negotiations," and the economy is still in the tank.
Things looked a lot bleaker late in the day on December 7, 1941. But we pulled together, we created a vast army through conscription and volunteers, we built an enormous number of weapons, and we found the right military leadership. Within the short span of three and a half years, we subdued our enemies.
I hope we can do the same today.
From the website of artist Robert Taylor who painted the two works of art above:
There are few truly defining moments in the history of a State - single episodes that touch every citizen, and cast a nation's future. Epoch-making events that influence the entire world are even more uncommon. The events that took place in the space of less than two hours on the morning of December 7, 1941 were of such defining importance, their memory is now deeply embedded into the history of the Twentieth Century. At ten minutes to eight, as the US Pacific fleet lazily came awake suddenly, and without warning, the world around them exploded with all the mighty force of thunder: Within seconds Pearl Harbor became cloaked with attacking Japanese aircraft. Before sailors could comprehend what was happening, bombs and torpedoes had ripped out the heart of the fleet: Four of eight battleships were sunk; a dozen more naval vessels lay stricken in the water; 2400 souls perished.Here are his comments on the second painting depicting the two USAAF P-40's that managed to get airborne on that fateful day:
The very first air combat fought by American pilots following the surprise attack upon Pearl Harbor. In less than one hour America struck back in a war that was to end in total victory. As the assault mounted on the Pacific Fleet in Pearl Harbor, simultaneously the air base at Wheeler Field came under heavy attack. Two young USAAF pilots, Kenneth Taylor and George Walsh, quickly got their P-40 Tomahawks airborne. Winging southwards towards Ewa Field they ripped into a dozen or more enemy planes attacking the marine field. Diving into the formation they each downed 'Val' fighter-bombers. Robert Taylor's painting shows Ken Taylor in his P-40 tomahawk, with George Walsh in close company, bringing down his second enemy aircraft on December 7, 1941, an Aichi D-3Al ' Val' dive-bomber. In the background palls of smoke rise from Hangar 6 housing the naval float planes, and the up-turned battleship Oaklahoma.Note: The United States Army Air Corps used the name Warhawk for this fighter; the Brits and the Russkies called it the Tomahawk.
If you have time, visit his website via the link above and see more of his excellent air art. If you have the money, buy some prints or originals.
Ralph Stanley: I'm Going Home, It's Christmas Time
Ralph Stanley is one of our favorites way back here in Allen Hollow. We loved him and his music long before "O Brother." Of course, we liked his work on "O Brother" too. Here's what Wikipedia says about how he and his brother Carter started their career:
"After initially considering a course in 'veterinary,' he decided to throw in with his older guitar-playing brother, Carter, and form the Clinch Mountain Boys, in 1946. Drawing heavily on the musical traditions of the area, which included the unique minor-key singing style of the Primitive Baptist Universalist church and the sweet down-home family harmonies of the Carter Family, the Stanleys began playing on local radio stations."
From his 1994 album, "Christmas Time with Ralph Stanley," here's "I'm Going Home, It's Christmas Time."
From his 1994 album, "Christmas Time with Ralph Stanley," here's "I'm Going Home, It's Christmas Time."
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Titans Last Chance
After their humiliating loss to Houston last week, I thought the Titans' season was over. But not quite. First, the perennial division winner, the P. Manning led Indianapolis Colts, are having a bad year.
Second, the Titans have five games remaining. They play Jacksonville, Indianapolis, Houston, Kansas City, and then Indy again. And right now, Jacksonville is in first place in the AFC South; their overall record is 6-5 and in the conference they are 5-3 (2-1 division) . Indy is in second place with a 6-5 overall and 4-4 conference record (1-2 division). The Titans are third at 5-6 overall and 2-5 conference (1-1 division). Houston is on the bottom at 5-7 and 4-4 conference (2-2 division).
So the Titans are still in it. If they can win today.
Positive: They beat Jacksonville 30-3 earlier this year with Kerry Collins at Quarterback. With Vince Young out for the season (and taking drama lessons in L. A.), Collins is probably going to start today.
Negative: They've lost 4 in a row.
As a Cubs fan, I'm always optimistic. I say they'll win today and keep their playoff hopes alive.
Second, the Titans have five games remaining. They play Jacksonville, Indianapolis, Houston, Kansas City, and then Indy again. And right now, Jacksonville is in first place in the AFC South; their overall record is 6-5 and in the conference they are 5-3 (2-1 division) . Indy is in second place with a 6-5 overall and 4-4 conference record (1-2 division). The Titans are third at 5-6 overall and 2-5 conference (1-1 division). Houston is on the bottom at 5-7 and 4-4 conference (2-2 division).
So the Titans are still in it. If they can win today.
Positive: They beat Jacksonville 30-3 earlier this year with Kerry Collins at Quarterback. With Vince Young out for the season (and taking drama lessons in L. A.), Collins is probably going to start today.
Negative: They've lost 4 in a row.
As a Cubs fan, I'm always optimistic. I say they'll win today and keep their playoff hopes alive.
UPDATE: THEY LOST. PLAYOFF HOPES DASHED.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
First Song of the Season
Originally considered a country song and recorded by Ernest Tubb in 1948, "Blue Christmas" was written by Billy Hayes and Jay Johnson.
I first remember hearing Elvis' 1957 version just before the Christmas break back in 1958. It's very distinct in my mind. As far as I can remember, it's the first time I'd ever heard the song, or, at least, it was the first time I'd really listened to it. I was living in the dorm at Martin College and had already had my first date with Joyce in November at the Fall Dance right before Thanksgiving. We had talked several times in the Student Union or cafeteria since the dance and had seen each other regularly in German class. Although I had no car and almost no money, I thought I knew where I wanted our relationship to go. But things were moving slowly. They did in those days. Especially with PK's (preacher's kids). And there were rivals. One or two smart guys hung around her like sychophants to Cleopatra. And a basketball player from Indiana who had one of those Kirk Douglas chins. The Christmas break wasn't coming at a good time.
It was about 2:30 PM on a Friday and I had a ride to Nashville lined up with an older student, a fellow in his forties named Coke. Most of the other guys in the dorm had already left for home for the Christmas holidays, and the second floor was almost empty. Mr. Coke (I addressed him as Mr.; if you were raised in the South during that time you know why) would be picking me up around 3 PM, so I'd showered and was putting on my clothes while listening to the radio. The small town DJ intoduced the holiday song by Elvis and I lay down on the bed and listened.
The lyrics hit me right between the eyes. It really would be a blue Christmas. She would be in a little town near the Tennessee/Alabama line and I would be in Nashville. A hundred miles in those days might as well have been a thousand.
Lyrics
Elvis Presley lyrics - Blue Christmas lyrics
I've probably heard "Blue Christmas" over a hundred times now, but every time I hear the song, I still remember that first time I heard it and get "a knot in my throat," as my Mom used to say. It's funny how music can do that, even a simple rock/pop song by a long gone pop icon like Elvis.
This version of "Blue Christmas" is from Elvis' comeback TV special in 1968.
I first remember hearing Elvis' 1957 version just before the Christmas break back in 1958. It's very distinct in my mind. As far as I can remember, it's the first time I'd ever heard the song, or, at least, it was the first time I'd really listened to it. I was living in the dorm at Martin College and had already had my first date with Joyce in November at the Fall Dance right before Thanksgiving. We had talked several times in the Student Union or cafeteria since the dance and had seen each other regularly in German class. Although I had no car and almost no money, I thought I knew where I wanted our relationship to go. But things were moving slowly. They did in those days. Especially with PK's (preacher's kids). And there were rivals. One or two smart guys hung around her like sychophants to Cleopatra. And a basketball player from Indiana who had one of those Kirk Douglas chins. The Christmas break wasn't coming at a good time.
It was about 2:30 PM on a Friday and I had a ride to Nashville lined up with an older student, a fellow in his forties named Coke. Most of the other guys in the dorm had already left for home for the Christmas holidays, and the second floor was almost empty. Mr. Coke (I addressed him as Mr.; if you were raised in the South during that time you know why) would be picking me up around 3 PM, so I'd showered and was putting on my clothes while listening to the radio. The small town DJ intoduced the holiday song by Elvis and I lay down on the bed and listened.
The lyrics hit me right between the eyes. It really would be a blue Christmas. She would be in a little town near the Tennessee/Alabama line and I would be in Nashville. A hundred miles in those days might as well have been a thousand.
Lyrics
Elvis Presley lyrics - Blue Christmas lyrics
I've probably heard "Blue Christmas" over a hundred times now, but every time I hear the song, I still remember that first time I heard it and get "a knot in my throat," as my Mom used to say. It's funny how music can do that, even a simple rock/pop song by a long gone pop icon like Elvis.
This version of "Blue Christmas" is from Elvis' comeback TV special in 1968.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Humpday Grumbles and Rambles
And while I'm on this esthetic tangent, I can't stand all that Vampire crapola either. These "artists" who make this stuff up and the actors who portray their idiotic characters are all a bunch of whiny CGI dependent losers.
All of this stuff should be scraped up into a big pile somewhere in Arkansas and set on fire. The US would be a lot better off without it.
Moving on.
There's this Popularity Poll that our fair city of Nashville did pretty well on. The Harris Interactive poll group asked this question to a whole bunch of people:
"If you could live in or near any city in the country except the one you live in or nearest to now, which city would you choose?" Click the link to see their findings. Even though Nashville made the list, I don't find the company we keep on the list very appealing. NYC is #1; does anyone really want to live there anymore?
Apparently so. Also, there are three cities from California, including LA and San Francisco. Ugh. And the capper is that Atlanta is on the list; they're actually tied with Nashville at #7. Geez. Have the people who voted for this awful place ever been to Atlanta?
Forget the Mayans and their end of time predictions, Nashville is one of eight cities where billboards are up proclaiming that Jesus is coming again, this time on May 21, 2011. The founder of Family Radio, Harold Camping, has made the prediction based on a verse in Luke 17. BTW, for those of you born after 1970, Luke is a book in the New Testament of the Bible.
History is filled with others who have made similar prophecies, such as William Miller. Wikipedia says Miller "first predicted the Second Advent of Jesus Christ would occur before March 21, 1844. When this date passed a new date was predicted, April 18, 1844. Again the date passed and another Millerite, Samuel S. Snow, found a way to extend the date to October 22, 1844. The un-fulfillment of these predictions has been named the Great Disappointment." Another fellow, Charles Taze Russell, the first president of the Watchtower Society, predicted Christ's return in 1874.
As you probably expected, this last bit was just an excuse to post a ViewTube of the real Tennessee Waltz. This is the Bonnie Raitt and Norah Jones version; Raitt does a nice slide on this and Jones, as always, has mucho soul.
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