I'm so glad that some of you are enjoying the juke box.
(I do it for you, Dear Reader.
So your response is appreciated.)
Right now I am listening to the wacky instrumentals that
I have placed there for your listening enjoyment.
That "Taste of Honey" just kind of makes me laugh.
It starts out sounding like the background music
for some classic western music and then it turns
into that wacky music that Vernon Bogle
would have really loved.
I don't know why I find it so amusing.
I should start assembling an old country music list
to spring on you on some old country day.
And I mean OLD stuff.
The kind my grandpa used to play on eight tracks.
The kind I sing in the parking lot with one of the
deacons at our church (one of my favorite old guys in
the whole world---who wouldn't love a guy who sings
"Pistol Packin' Mama" with you?).
There's a radio station that sprang up recently
that plays some of these old tunes---but mostly they play
old country songs from when I was a kid.
The classic type. It's amusing to hear.
I am surprised by how many of these songs I know.
I blame this on my brothers.
And the radio selections at TG&Y.
Does anybody else remember TG&Y?
I am also surprised at the tackiness
in some of these old songs.
Most of them are just sweet old songs,
nothing crazy. But there are some that, while they
aren't profane and in your face
like a modern day tacky song would be,
if you think about what they are saying....
Oh. My. Word.
They are terrible.
I am sure I have ranted before about my favorite
old country song to be annoyed with.
It's "Heaven's Just a Sin Away."
See, I don't even have to say another word about it.
You know by the title of that song that it's tacky.
Tacky Tackster from Tackville.
Ridiculous.
I had an uncle with some really cool, hi tech stereo
(for the 1970's) and that was the record he loved to
play. He thought the Whites (I think that's who sings
that song, the daughter is married to Ricky Scaggs)
had such beautiful harmony.
I'm sure he thought nothing of it
(what the song was actually saying).
It was just a pretty song
to him. But isn't that what's wrong with not thinking
through our choices? I am probably more guilty of
this than anyone.
I tend to sugar coat things.
There was a song in high school that I LOVED.
It had such a great sound.
But it was tacky.
I never thought about what it was saying.
I just liked the sound of it. Maybe it wasn't tacky to me
because I was so naive and innocent that it really and truly
meant NOTHING to me. It was just a great sound.
But now I wouldn't even tell you the name of that song
because I know now that it is tacky.
I'd be embarrassed for you to know I liked it.
(But it still sounds great.)
The other song he would play on his high tech stereo
was Kenny Roger's Sweet Music Man.
There was something about the way
the music moved from the left speaker to the right speaker.
My uncle would point that out each time he played it.
They had hard wood floors and my cousin and I
would put on thick socks and "skate" all around the
living room while he played his stack of 45 records for us.
You know, I love my uncles.
I love that I have known them and been around
them. I love that most of my family is still here in my
Tiny Town where both sides came from. You do miss out
on some things by staying in the one horse town,
but you also gain some things that cannot
be experienced in any other way.
I love that my kids know their
great uncles and aunts too.
Even their great great aunts and uncles.
I love that we run into them in Walmart or
Captain D's or the county fair.
They are all getting older, these uncles and aunts of mine.
I am thinking of my dad and his brothers.
My dad is the youngest of five boys (they have
a sister who is the oldest in the family). They are
all living and all here in my Tiny Town.
What a sad day it will be when something happens
to one of them. I can't imagine what it would be like
for one of them to not be around any more.
I hope that you have been blessed with a family
as good and crazy and funny as mine.
I can't imagine it being as crazy as mine,
but maybe we aren't the worst.
Have a good weekend, Dear Reader.
(I do it for you, Dear Reader.
So your response is appreciated.)
Right now I am listening to the wacky instrumentals that
I have placed there for your listening enjoyment.
That "Taste of Honey" just kind of makes me laugh.
It starts out sounding like the background music
for some classic western music and then it turns
into that wacky music that Vernon Bogle
would have really loved.
I don't know why I find it so amusing.
I should start assembling an old country music list
to spring on you on some old country day.
And I mean OLD stuff.
The kind my grandpa used to play on eight tracks.
The kind I sing in the parking lot with one of the
deacons at our church (one of my favorite old guys in
the whole world---who wouldn't love a guy who sings
"Pistol Packin' Mama" with you?).
There's a radio station that sprang up recently
that plays some of these old tunes---but mostly they play
old country songs from when I was a kid.
The classic type. It's amusing to hear.
I am surprised by how many of these songs I know.
I blame this on my brothers.
And the radio selections at TG&Y.
Does anybody else remember TG&Y?
I am also surprised at the tackiness
in some of these old songs.
Most of them are just sweet old songs,
nothing crazy. But there are some that, while they
aren't profane and in your face
like a modern day tacky song would be,
if you think about what they are saying....
Oh. My. Word.
They are terrible.
I am sure I have ranted before about my favorite
old country song to be annoyed with.
It's "Heaven's Just a Sin Away."
See, I don't even have to say another word about it.
You know by the title of that song that it's tacky.
Tacky Tackster from Tackville.
Ridiculous.
I had an uncle with some really cool, hi tech stereo
(for the 1970's) and that was the record he loved to
play. He thought the Whites (I think that's who sings
that song, the daughter is married to Ricky Scaggs)
had such beautiful harmony.
I'm sure he thought nothing of it
(what the song was actually saying).
It was just a pretty song
to him. But isn't that what's wrong with not thinking
through our choices? I am probably more guilty of
this than anyone.
I tend to sugar coat things.
There was a song in high school that I LOVED.
It had such a great sound.
But it was tacky.
I never thought about what it was saying.
I just liked the sound of it. Maybe it wasn't tacky to me
because I was so naive and innocent that it really and truly
meant NOTHING to me. It was just a great sound.
But now I wouldn't even tell you the name of that song
because I know now that it is tacky.
I'd be embarrassed for you to know I liked it.
(But it still sounds great.)
The other song he would play on his high tech stereo
was Kenny Roger's Sweet Music Man.
There was something about the way
the music moved from the left speaker to the right speaker.
My uncle would point that out each time he played it.
They had hard wood floors and my cousin and I
would put on thick socks and "skate" all around the
living room while he played his stack of 45 records for us.
You know, I love my uncles.
I love that I have known them and been around
them. I love that most of my family is still here in my
Tiny Town where both sides came from. You do miss out
on some things by staying in the one horse town,
but you also gain some things that cannot
be experienced in any other way.
I love that my kids know their
great uncles and aunts too.
Even their great great aunts and uncles.
I love that we run into them in Walmart or
Captain D's or the county fair.
They are all getting older, these uncles and aunts of mine.
I am thinking of my dad and his brothers.
My dad is the youngest of five boys (they have
a sister who is the oldest in the family). They are
all living and all here in my Tiny Town.
What a sad day it will be when something happens
to one of them. I can't imagine what it would be like
for one of them to not be around any more.
I hope that you have been blessed with a family
as good and crazy and funny as mine.
I can't imagine it being as crazy as mine,
but maybe we aren't the worst.
Have a good weekend, Dear Reader.
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2 comments:
I love your aunts and uncles, too, from your dad's family. It goes without saying that i love those on your mom's side of the family.
There is a song that I used to love and sing along with and then my sons who were in college, I think, heard it and laughed because of what it was saying. I was horribly embarrassed. I always wish I was more "in tune" with reality.
I do skip over the Ipanema song. I've always disliked it. I guess the Cherish song could be creepy if you listen to the words.
I meant aisle...not isle. We were not married in the islands as you know, my little flower girl!
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