tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post6568818884252811813..comments2024-03-28T19:48:47.260-04:00Comments on The Feral Irishman: 60 Years Ago TodayIrishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09772405362867585844noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-37194690295353339642019-02-03T19:15:07.565-05:002019-02-03T19:15:07.565-05:00I was a lonely teenage bronchin' buck,
With a ...<i>I was a lonely teenage bronchin' buck,<br />With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,<br />But I knew I was outta luck,<br />The Day The Mu-u-usic Died</i><br /><br />That's why.<br />edutcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15033144261502435196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-39764478370431692572019-02-03T13:44:18.253-05:002019-02-03T13:44:18.253-05:00That is an awesome story Miguel GFZ. I got to see ...That is an awesome story Miguel GFZ. I got to see him once in the late eighties. He was great. I went to college in the Muscle Shoals area. While I was there Colbert County voted to go "wet" (legal sales of alcohol). There was a MGM club just across the river there. We heard stories that Waylon and others would occasionally drop by there. Some of my friends and I would drive over hoping to see Waylon, George Jones, Willie Nelson, Billy Joe Shaver, Kris Kristofferson, or whoever might be in town recording. I never did. Here is a good story about how gracious and kind Waylon really was. <br /><br />https://www.timesdaily.com/archives/he-had-it-all-shoals-musicians-remember-jennings-as-gentle/article_3aaa896c-b57e-57eb-9d36-e7601253cc0c.htmlJeffery in Alabamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17335332266715975717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365858055267871677.post-43741337821362988452019-02-03T10:06:34.510-05:002019-02-03T10:06:34.510-05:00When I lived in Nashville, I was right across the ...When I lived in Nashville, I was right across the street from Waylon's office & studio. Nicest person you could ever meet. He did not like planes at all and had several tour buses, decked to the max and were the reason I met him. One night at Oh-Dear-God-is-too-early" in the morning, the busses were parked running in front of our building. I had the windows open and woke up choking at the smell of diesel fumes. I stuck my head out the window and let it rip in two languages about it. Somebody ran out of the office and moved the offending bus.<br />Five minutes later, there was a knock on my apartment door while I am still sporting this righteous indignation and knowing I am about to rip a new orifice to somebody: Surprise! It was Waylon himself who came to apologize. <br /><br />Sumbitch won me over right there. He could have sent somebody else, but he chose to do it himself. Miguel GFZhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15835217288213611066noreply@blogger.com