I prefer Husker Du's cover
I have that! From the first Buffistamix CD swap, I think. Love it.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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I prefer Husker Du's cover
I have that! From the first Buffistamix CD swap, I think. Love it.
"I Fought the Law" sounds quite a lot like Buddy Holly in my head,
It was actually a hit for another Texan with a rockabilly bent, Bobby Fuller.
Bobby Fuller has the greatest mysterious death in all of rock and roll. The official cause of death is that he committed suicide by drinking gasoline. Yeah, right.
I think the ultimate TV show theme song is the Mary Tyler Moore Show's theme, written by Buddy Holly's bandmate Sonny Curtis, who also brought us "I Fought the Law."
Yeah. I was thinking the Globe's tourney was kind of lame for not including that, particularly since it's included ungood ones like the Charles in Charge theme. They must have wanted to broaden the range a little. I thought the Maude theme should have been on there, too.
Nice and excruciating...maybe he got NHI'd.
It was actually a hit for another Texan with a rockabilly bent, Bobby Fuller.
Yerp. But can you imagine if Buddy had lived to record it? The world might've exploded from the coolth.
I think the Jazz started in St. Louis(?) back in the day. Which isn't silly, at least.
I want a Utah Jazz funeral.
t Laughing maniacally at what this would actually be like.
Though I'm thinking more "Utah jazz" with a little-j. 'Cause Utah Mormons, not so much with the funk.
Is there no love for the theme to the Dukes of Hazzard? Merle Haggard is awesome!
I thought the Jazz were from New Orleans.
Damn. I just slipped into a speaking part, and I broke up on camera. Amateur.
AND they told me to smack someone, which made me kinda nervous. He seems to be okay, despite doing two takes.
I remember my cousins telling us the name of the steer we were being served for dinner.
When I was 10 my parents were grasped by a 1960’s ideal of self-sufficiency. Then moved us to a small farm, planted a huge garden, and started raising pigs, cattle, and chickens for food. We kids gave the animals fanciful names like Buttercup, Heathcliff, and Pansy.
The next fall my parents prepared a celebratory feast for Sunday dinner, using only foods grown on the farm. The crowning glory was a perfect ham from our first group of pigs. Just as we were biting into that beautiful ham, my four-year-old brother looked up and said “Pansy was a nice pig.” This put an end to the dinner, and to the practice of naming animals intended for the table. The remaining bits and pieces of Pansy were removed from the freezer and given to people who were not personally acquainted with her.