The adventures and semi-coherent ramblings of an overworked, middle-aged, libertarian-leaning, corporate drone who is immensely proud of his girls and his long-suffering wife. With maybe some gun stuff, travel stuff, cooking stuff, genealogy stuff, and other manly pursuits.
So I remembered that I had embedded a great Marty Robbins song awhile back. This one:
And I thought of another great Marty song. And I went a-youtubin' for it. Found it, of course:
But I also found this great parody of the same song from many years before Marty recorded it. This is from 1942, before the word "fuck" was evened coined, and before the concepts of "farts", "balls", "nuts", and "coke" were known. Rock on, you avante-garde bad boys, The Sons of the Pioneers:
Click through for a transcript of the lyrics, though they are pretty intelligible in the recording.
UPDATE: SAP ALERT: Okay, couldn't help myself. This is the first song by Marty I ever heard. I probably first heard it about 1963 or thereabouts (about the time I was in kindergarten). I remember that my parents had it on a 45 (unlike the other songs they had on an LP). Ah, memories:
Sorry this is late, got a little bit sidetracked by Johnny Horton.
But I'm going for Merle Haggard this evening. Merle, we loves ya, dude. And I went a-youtubing for some of your stuff.
A fave (I think I've linked it before but I'm too lazy to look):
Many, many moons ago, I did a Merle Haggard trivia post at 'Pints. I mentioned that one of the songs made me cry every time I hear it. This is the one. Unfortunately, embedding is disabled by the fascist pig who posted it. But here's another version. Oh wait, that's also disabled. Fascist Pig. But please click through and have a listen. The second is the source of the post title. Do listen, pretty amusing. "I'm out of jail and probably should be in jail but somehow by the grace of God and Ronald Reagan..." and "As you can hear, I'm starting to sound like Kenny Rogers" and "Bla-bla-bla-ba-da-ba-da-bala-ba-doo-doo-dawng... Hey, Roger Miller showed up! [Hand to sky] Hey, Roger!". Heh.
Okay, here's an embeddable version with Johnny Cash:
And here's what is probably Merle's most well known song:
And as much as I rag on hippies and Deadheads and the like, the Grateful Dead did some great stuff, including a great cover of "Mama Tried". I don't recall specifically which album, and I'm too lazy to go over to the album stash to look it up, but I heard it in concert twice. Once in San Francisco at Winterland (1977) and once in San Bernardino at the Orange Showgrounds (1977 also). Pretty cool. Here they are performing it in 1978 at Duke University:
And speaking of the Grateful Dead, at one of the above-mentioned concerts, they did a great version of "El Paso". Much more countrified than this version embedded but this is the best I could find:
And it, like the album track, is the long version with the lost verse. You rock, guys. And RIP Jerry, many years too late.
As promised (sort of), a book review of The Quickie, by James Patterson.
Prelude: I've loved the Alex Cross series. Slightly less so, but not too much less, I liked the Women's Murder Club. I've gone through all in both series except the latest in the Cross series (but soon, I promise).
Meanwhile, I've branched out into Patterson's other books. Judge and Jury - very good. The Jester - even better.
But this post is about The Quickie, which I just finished (by driving extra far on my way back from the library this morning).
Man. How cool was this book? Way cool. Gal thinks her husband's cheating on her. So she hooks up with and bangs another dude. Husband kills the dude, who just happens to be a narcotics division detective. She becomes the lead homicide detective on the case of the dude, because turns out she's a homicide division detective and gets assigned to the case.
Why "Fifth String"?
Well, I pretty much plug along on the same note like a good little drone, but I'm everywhere the action is and if I weren't there, things would fall apart.