Here’s the fifth installment in a short story derived from one of my songs. “This’ll be as good a way to get this started as any,” Red said, and picked the intro to “Folsom Prison Blues” on his Martin. Bum-bum-bum-BUHM-BUHM-bum-bum-buuummm… Wade took the cue and started brushing up the snare. Todd and Joey teamed …
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If the Good Lord’s Willing, Part Three
Herewith is the continuing narrative of my latest serial short story, concocted from one of my songs. Red frowned when he heard the sound of a country band, really more like a rock band playing country songs, from outside. This was bad for two reasons. The first was that he and Andy couldn’t set …
If the Good Lord’s Willing, Part Two
This is the second installment of a short story derived loosely from a song I wrote. Red Hawthorn’s relationship with his won was not the best, but his former wife was, quite possibly, the worst. She thankfully wasn’t home, which he knew because, after he pulled in the driveway, and waited five minutes or …
Furlough Blues, Part Two
This continuing short story originated in a song of mine: Jerry Lowndes could have been doing many things had he immediately rolled up his sleeves and gone to work, making proposals of free-lance stories he could write, or arranging for some sort of loan to get him by, but any comprehensive plan for relief required …
Left to My Own (Poetic) Devices
“Love your liver with Liverite Liver Aid.” I just saw that on TV, right after, “Carolina. Duke. The rivalry continues.” That’s a juxtaposition. It’s about as juxtaposed as it gets. Why would Liverite be placed right after a basketball promo? Was it a matter of some programmer just popping in – or whatever they do …
Stuck in a Rut, Part One
This is an extension of a song I wrote. It was a Thursday, but she didn’t have a class until eleven on Friday, and then she had to go to Lake Murray to spend the weekend with the family, and next week was Spring Break, so Josie Swenson didn’t see any reason she couldn’t have …
World Is Crazy, Wrong Reason
Occasionally I hear someone ask, “Why should marijuana be legal?” It seems obvious the question should be, “Why shouldn’t it?” The status quo is more stupid than the Vietnam War, and it didn’t cost us 58,000-and-something lives. It definitely cost us 58,000-and-something happy lives. It’s equally as stupid as Prohibition, and marijuana, as President Obama …
Latest Tale of the Wild, Wild South
I do a lot of sighing lately. It’s against the law, at least in most places, to smoke in bars. I’m okay with that. There’s a part of me that thinks it’s sort of strange that, in a place people come to drink, they can’t smoke. I’m sort of a “life is fatal” adherent. I …
Cool When I’m Not
It just doesn’t matter. In so many ways. That, and nothing ever works. Nothing. Ever. Works. My optimism is sorely tested, as you may have gathered by the opening salvo of shibboleth. The level of bullshit daily assaulting my senses is oppressive. For instance, I just saw a clip of John Boehner say, “We’re really …
Everybody’s Got a Skew
Lots of times I read posts on social media that make me laugh. Everybody’s talking about Chris Christie. How come the MEDIA isn’t investigating Benghazi? Oh, you mean, like, the last 16 months. Personally, I think I get my conservatism from reading Facebook and my liberalism from my own mind, but that, in itself, is …
Nightrider's Lament 