A lunatic poem with an unreliable narrator. This poem is dedicated to Jerry Douglas, dobro player extraordinaire with Alison Krauss and Union Station. Play it while reading the poem.
I suspend my disbelief for opera. Why do I not believe in blue grass.
Here at last you and I meet in a swirl of our own choosing. A hazy smoke of what the heck is this. Here at last our worlds smash together and form a new Adam this Eve
Alison Krauss is the voice and fiddle player for Union Station, which has that monster dobro player as well as Dan Tamynski, guitar and great vocals. She has got a magic voice.
I’ve heard of her but could not recall offhand specific music - but just now went to music app I have and am playing one of their albums. In the first song and wow so good. .
Talk about a pool game heating up! When I was a young pool hustle in this old dive bar that I would get into at only 19 because I was already so heavily tattooed that no one cared to card me, I would play cheap little pool games between $2-10/game. This was how I knew if I were drinking that night, by how much I would win at pool. And I swear, I could only play well to James Brown. I would start by feeding some $10 into the old jukebox that had multiple James Brown albums that would play songs for .25 a piece! I would play the same line up more or less, and always knew when "Get on up" was about to drop, and that's when the big money lol would be put up, and by God, I was unstoppable for that next 5 mins. Damn, those were the absolute days, when piss drunk Paisas would brandish a rage filled knife after losing, when an undercover Hells Angels would pull off his outer jacket revealing his colors, pissed because he knew that my 1972 Shovelhead with a four foot sissy bar was cooler than his bike, or when I would get my ass whopped at the table by the finest old lady who would come in wearing leather pants accompanied by a truly frightening man who we were pretty sure was her pimp. RIP Jack's Back, as all that's left of that old bar is a f'd up tattoo on my leg that I gave myself after one too many Champagne of Beers.
Now that, my man, is a response that really makes my day. My Dad had three brothers, 2 could hustle pool. His favorite was “Sing, Sing, Sing” which he said could put him on top. Louis Prima wrote it when my Dad was a kid. He said “that’s when Jitterbugging got crazy.” Let me know what you think of that song.
Insanely good music to go with your poetry today!!
Thanks Monica, doesn’t that dobro have such great wildness?
Monica put me on to you. And love the music. I’m a big fan of anything “dobro”
And, sorry to not say, loved the poem
Thank you Dave.
Love it Wes, felt like I was there .
Also, I'm enjoying your book .
Glad to hear it Scott. I sent one to Shaune, Mel and the two uncles.
De gustibus non est disputandum
That applies to me
I love opera
I suspend my disbelief for opera. Why do I not believe in blue grass.
Here at last you and I meet in a swirl of our own choosing. A hazy smoke of what the heck is this. Here at last our worlds smash together and form a new Adam this Eve
There’s no accounting for taste. The name of our new band would be “Adam’s Rib”
Perfect combination!
Good for a smile, that’s my goal.
What’s better than dancing words and music to listen to while reading and feeling the truth in them?
Thank you Patrismou.
Orestis! Should mention I sent the music videos to the kids. Ashamed to say I did not know these amazing guys or this music!
Alison Krauss is the voice and fiddle player for Union Station, which has that monster dobro player as well as Dan Tamynski, guitar and great vocals. She has got a magic voice.
I’ve heard of her but could not recall offhand specific music - but just now went to music app I have and am playing one of their albums. In the first song and wow so good. .
"The Lucky One" is such a lovely song that means a lot to me. and "When You Say Nothing At All"
“The Lucky One” is a beauty - it’s on my playlist now.
Talk about a pool game heating up! When I was a young pool hustle in this old dive bar that I would get into at only 19 because I was already so heavily tattooed that no one cared to card me, I would play cheap little pool games between $2-10/game. This was how I knew if I were drinking that night, by how much I would win at pool. And I swear, I could only play well to James Brown. I would start by feeding some $10 into the old jukebox that had multiple James Brown albums that would play songs for .25 a piece! I would play the same line up more or less, and always knew when "Get on up" was about to drop, and that's when the big money lol would be put up, and by God, I was unstoppable for that next 5 mins. Damn, those were the absolute days, when piss drunk Paisas would brandish a rage filled knife after losing, when an undercover Hells Angels would pull off his outer jacket revealing his colors, pissed because he knew that my 1972 Shovelhead with a four foot sissy bar was cooler than his bike, or when I would get my ass whopped at the table by the finest old lady who would come in wearing leather pants accompanied by a truly frightening man who we were pretty sure was her pimp. RIP Jack's Back, as all that's left of that old bar is a f'd up tattoo on my leg that I gave myself after one too many Champagne of Beers.
Now that, my man, is a response that really makes my day. My Dad had three brothers, 2 could hustle pool. His favorite was “Sing, Sing, Sing” which he said could put him on top. Louis Prima wrote it when my Dad was a kid. He said “that’s when Jitterbugging got crazy.” Let me know what you think of that song.
Oh! that is a rocking tune. And I can surely bet that the jitterbugging was cutting loose during that time. Love it!
Referred to me by Monica P.
That was kind of her.
Indeed!
Thank you Monica for sending Dave P. my way.
Thanks for sharing the fun!
Thanks Carole and you’re welcome.