Music

My favorite Vulcan and my favorite Cajun.

 

So, we’ve had summer here and I planted a garden, tried my swimming suit on (QUELLE HORROR)  and now today it rained and it’s cold and I’m not sure what to wear out to see Tab tonight.  Tab Benoit, my favorite Cajun.  He’s a lot of fun.  He was the kickoff band on one of our blues cruises.  It was great. My sister ALMOST saw him last weekend.  I bought these tickets months ago so we’re sitting front and center in a nice venue.    Should be a good, if chilly, night out with Bob! Now I need to find my flask …

 

I love the internet

I have this German Shepherd.  He is a big beautiful dog, but he is loooooong.  Like, ridiculously long.  He may be papered and he may be beautiful but he could never be shown.  He’s too long, doesn’t have the conformation.   At certain angles, it just strikes you just how long he is.

He will be going around the corner with his head and shoulders, but the back half of him hasn’t yet become involved.   And every time I see this, I think of that old cowboy song, Get a Looooong, Little Doggie.  I know the chorus (growing up in Idaho does that to you) and I sing it to the dog on a regular basis.

Tonight, I wondered, “What are the rest of the words to that song?”   I checked Google.   Voila!  The lyrics.

Gawd I love the internet.  Plus I’ve been drinking a little bit of Scotch. 🙂

Sing it, Gene!

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Get Along Little Doggies – Gene Autry playing cards and singing in 1940

Get Along Little Doggies – Arlo Guthrie and the Muppets … get a loooooooong little doggie
As I was out riding one morning for pleasure
I spied a young cowboy a-ridin along
His hat was throw’d back and his spurs were jinglin
And as he was riding he was singing this song

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
It’s your misfortune ain’t none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

When spring comes along we’ll round up the doggies
We’ll stick on their brands and we’ll bob off their tails
Pick out the strays, then the herd is inspected
And the very next day we’ll go out on the trail

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
It’s your misfortune ain’t none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

We’ll ride on the Prairies across the wide rivers
And on through the flats where there’s never a town
Our horses are weary, we’re tired and we’re hungry
Stay still, little doggies, quit roaming around

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
It’s your misfortune ain’t none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Tide is a-comin and the doggies are straying
They’re farther from home than they’ve been before
Come on, little doggies it’s time to be rollin
When we get to Wyoming we’ll roll no more

Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
It’s your misfortune ain’t none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little doggies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home

Songs

Nice quotes today from the Quotemaster.

They made me a little nostalgic.  I used to date musicians.  Was even married to one briefly!  I schlepped drums and a Peavy amp (not by myself) and all things musical for about 6 months on the road at the tender age of 18.   It was an experience, for sure.  XMRadio would have been a godsend for those long drives in between gigs from Bumfuck, Texas, to Butt, Montana. I heard Bennie and the Jets about a thousand times.  B-B-B-B-Bennie!

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I don’t need to be recognized with presents. I just wanna go onstage and sing my song.
– Celine Dion

You can cage the singer but not the song.
– Harry Belafonte

Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.
– Pete Seeger

I just wrote one song at a time. Kinda like an alcoholic. One day at a time.
– Neil Young

The songs worked as a different kind of rhetoric, one that could reach the fence-sitters.
– Peter Yarrow

Song writing is about getting the demon out of me. It’s like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won’t let you. So you have to get up and make it into something, and then you’re allowed to sleep.
– John Lennon, 1940 – 1980

Video Carlos Santana Feat. Everlast – Put Your Lights On

Video Carlos Santana Feat. Everlast – Put Your Lights On.

I love this, it’s off one of the first collaboration albums Carlos Santana did with current artists in 1999.  Man, I LOVED that album.  I actually bought Everlast albums after listening to this and liked them.   That’s my only foray into rap, I think.  It’s pretty low-key, though. Maybe not even really rap.  I was going through the Big Divorce at that point and trying out new stuff.  And people.

Anne had this on her site – thanks for the memories, Anne!
Also, Carlos Santana is a treasure, isn’t he? Whooo-eeee, that guy can play guitar. Love that sweet whine.

skinned

Two days ago:  I was farting around again with different blog skins today and managed to lose my text widgets.  I have no idea how I did that.  For being such a geek, I surely can get buffaloed easily.  But, I miss my random quotes of the $TIME PERIOD.  No idea how to get them back.

And all the skins I tried were worse than this one.  This would probably be easier if  I knew what I wanted.

In other news:

We saw Elvin Bishop and Buddy Guy at the Marin Center Friday night.  It’s a Frank Lloyd Wright building, quite nice except for dearth of women’s stalls.  The show was awesome.  I have never seen Buddy in person but have numerous albums.  He rocked my socks off, if you can say that about an old blues cat.  He was fabulous.  So much better in person than on CD.

Today: I’m still farting around with the skins, trying something new and infinitely weirder, but I kind of like it.  Still can’t find the text widgets.  Dammit!  But I did find some pictures from the show.

elvin

Elvin Bishop on top of his game

goodseats

Blurry pictures from my camera but you can tell what great seats we had.  That’s because our blues buddy Pat let me know when the tickets went on sale and we went online that minute and bought them.

buddy

Buddy Guy – absolutely the greatest.

We stayed at the Embassy Suites next door to the Marin Center.  Had a great room, cheap, with free booze before the show and breakfast the next morning.  Their only ding was that we all came back from the show ready to party through the night and they closed the bar at 11:00.  Sheesh, talk about a missed opportunity.  They should know that us blues lovers can drink our weight in hard liquor before and after and the show, and really, really want to prove it.

Blues on Saturday

Great show!  Great weather!

Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Click here for more pics  ….

They had a food stand with organic and weird meat.  We all had buffalo burgers which were pretty good.  What I really wanted was a  Wild Boar Bratwurst, just so I could say I had eaten one.   They even had ostrich burgers.  Next time..