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And the Astrodome and the First Tepee

The first pro football and pro baseball games I saw in person were in the Astrodome. It was truly a wonder to a country boy like me.  But like the rest of us that came to be in the 60’s, it’s old and decrepit.  People are still trying, against all odds, to save it.  I wish it could be saved, but at some point we have to accept that it’s not going to happen.  Hail Marys need someone to catch and run with the plan.  With every heaved idea that thuds to the ground, it seems less and less likely to happen, especially without the taxpayers footing the bill.  It’s a shame, but that’s life.  We get old, we fall apart, we go away, people might talk about us wistfully for a while, and that’s it.


I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the morning
On the fields of green
In the homeland
We’ve never seen.

I Saw My Baby One Morning


I saw my baby one morning
And she was walking on down the street
I saw my baby one morning
Yeah, she was walking on down the street

Elmore JamesThe Sky is Crying

Look How My Face Smiles and Shines


All you ask for is family.
I’ve had your fists, your love, your suffering.
All these years of coming clean,
but never heard or seen.

Mount Moriah

And She Don’t Always Say What She Really Means


Damn, I love Reddit.

Gordon Lightfoot, in an IAmA, today.

Well, I had this girlfriend one time, and I was at home working, at my desk, working at my songwriting which I had been doing all week since I was on a roll, and my girlfriend was somewhere drinking, drinking somewhere.  So I was hoping that no one else would get their hands on her, because she was pretty good lookin’!  And that’s how I wrote the song “Sundown,” and as a matter of fact, it was written just around Sundown, just as the sun was setting, behind the farm I had rented to use as a place to write the album.


For a Little While, but It Ain’t the Same


Once I dreamed we took a road trip, just me and her
Through the southern and the midwest states
We turned north just south of Arkansas, and we headed up
Towards the vast Great Lakes.


Like Most Things It Comes Down to Money


I’m sure I’ve talked about this song before, but at least one of us has forgotten.  So once more, one of my favorite songs.


Sandra Lynn’s Blues if off South Filthy‘s wonderfully titled 2002 record You Can Name It Yo’ Mammy If You Wanna….  It’s a pretty uneven record.  It’s got some bad songs, some OK songs and a few excellent songs, including Spyder Blues, which is essentially the same song with different lyrics.

They have at least one other record, 2006’s Crackin’ Up.

A little more information on the band is available here.

Right, Left, Blind Side


Up from the ground, up from the cold.
I’ve been here before, I know how this goes.

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Fort Atlantic