Now here I was at the Medina Cinderella show Saturday night, not as someone digging back to a past of tailgating, of making out by airport runways, teasing my hair and popping tapes in my ’82 Toronado. I was there as an absolute, virgin-eared newbie, with none of that Aqua Net-fumed sentimentality to taint my opinions.
You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd, but you can be happy if you've a mind to. – Roger Miller, no relation.
It would be kind of cool if as they listed the plethora of conditions and side effects you could come down with from taking a penis pill or a rheumatoid arthritis medication, all ending in “or other serious conditions, including death,” they were playing “I’ll Never Get Out of This World Alive” in the background.
The thought of happy ol’ Buck, smiling his toothy ol’ grin and strumming his red, white and blue acoustic alongside Roy Clark on the set of Hee Haw, performing thunderless for some twenty, thirty years after his death. Of Buck dragging himself onto the stage of his Crystal Palace nightclub in Bakersfield night after night, until at the age of 76 he ate his final meal of chicken fried steak, took that stage one more time, and died in his sleep in 2006. Well, that stuff pert’near breaks your heart.
I’m wearing long johns and a swimsuit coverup and just read chapter two of Jon Kabat-Zinn’s book on mindfulness and stress reduction. I have a roast in the slow cooker, it’s six degrees outside (feels like -6) and I just walked to Tom Thumb for soy sauce and that sauce you can’t pronounce so I can make some beef jerky.
Pull record at random from shelves.
Listen to it front to back, even when it’s the Best of the Statler Brothers, because chances are you forgot how nicely Harold Reid’s bass rumbles through your speakers.
Then do it over again.
Nikki Miller-Rose 