Lovely , cousin. It sounds like you're adding another chapter to the Kama sutra. And it motivated me to dig out an old harmonica from my sock drawer and try to relearn Red River Valley. Keep 'em coming!
I like so much about Loose Cannon Boot, I am barely able to know where to start. But, start with the term Cowboy. As a little farm kid in Ohio in the early 1950s it was those guys with hats on the TV, and I loved how some of them would have what my kid brain would name a "ha ha." And I badley wanted one. Pretty soon the folks got me a little plastic wind-up thing with nylon strings. It came with the Hopalong Cassidy book and little record. When Hoppy would jingle his spurs, you were supposed to turn the page.
Anyhow, did I become a cowboy? Nope. Just a DJ who would play the music on the radio. But I did get a real "ha ha" and I played "Red River Valley" at the Strand Theater in Delaware, Ohio. The kids out in the audience howled, hooted, and I got all red and felt flushed. But I sang it through. And Hal, you keep singing them new song and the old ones. Love it! I'll pre-order your record, and I proudly do so!
Rik, warmest regards and thank you. Your words mean so much. I remember coming to your home. You had a baseball cap on and were listening to a game with the same intensity you listen to music. I knew at that moment you were someone I wanted to know better. thanks for spinning my music over the years and thank you for following the Cowboy Sutra saga.
Harmoniums on a beach in Hawaii.. Been there. You're susceptible to all sorts of things..
Hi Stephen, Yes I am... and to backsliding as well. I read the film script. I'd forgotten what a powerful story that is. Let's talk sometime.
Lovely , cousin. It sounds like you're adding another chapter to the Kama sutra. And it motivated me to dig out an old harmonica from my sock drawer and try to relearn Red River Valley. Keep 'em coming!
I like so much about Loose Cannon Boot, I am barely able to know where to start. But, start with the term Cowboy. As a little farm kid in Ohio in the early 1950s it was those guys with hats on the TV, and I loved how some of them would have what my kid brain would name a "ha ha." And I badley wanted one. Pretty soon the folks got me a little plastic wind-up thing with nylon strings. It came with the Hopalong Cassidy book and little record. When Hoppy would jingle his spurs, you were supposed to turn the page.
Anyhow, did I become a cowboy? Nope. Just a DJ who would play the music on the radio. But I did get a real "ha ha" and I played "Red River Valley" at the Strand Theater in Delaware, Ohio. The kids out in the audience howled, hooted, and I got all red and felt flushed. But I sang it through. And Hal, you keep singing them new song and the old ones. Love it! I'll pre-order your record, and I proudly do so!
Rik in Bozeman, MT
Rik, warmest regards and thank you. Your words mean so much. I remember coming to your home. You had a baseball cap on and were listening to a game with the same intensity you listen to music. I knew at that moment you were someone I wanted to know better. thanks for spinning my music over the years and thank you for following the Cowboy Sutra saga.