Shandon is just over the hill, and that's where the Josh Turner bus ran off the road and killed at least one member of the crew last night after the concert in Paso Robles.
I took a pass half way through Ken Burns's masterpiece last night because I was remembering driving on black ice the night Patsy and Hawkshaw went down and remembering the way you could not get away from the sound of Hank's voice in all of January, 1953 in towns along the Sabine and remembering Jimmie Rodgers when I had first had TB in Louisiana and remembering Johnny Cash at the end of 1955, in another sanatorium out west because he was singing about trains that kept on moving and I applied it to doctors who stuck their heads into a TB ward (just their heads, craned around) and disappeared--they just kept a moving and that's what tortured me. [Later, authorities said the song was not released until 1956, but I remembered--and found that a San Francisco radio station had been playing it early.] Anyhow, I had had enough of disasters to singers. Last night did not compare to what happened in 1953 or happened to Reba's band, but it reminds you how dangerous any road is, especially 46.
The real test of Ken Burns will be if he spends time on the Dixie Chicks and how their crucifixion showed the worst side of country music fans and singers. Who can still listen to that clever young Toby Keith? Who could ever listen to Lee Greenwood? Well, we see now what has happened to "patriotism."
I took a pass half way through Ken Burns's masterpiece last night because I was remembering driving on black ice the night Patsy and Hawkshaw went down and remembering the way you could not get away from the sound of Hank's voice in all of January, 1953 in towns along the Sabine and remembering Jimmie Rodgers when I had first had TB in Louisiana and remembering Johnny Cash at the end of 1955, in another sanatorium out west because he was singing about trains that kept on moving and I applied it to doctors who stuck their heads into a TB ward (just their heads, craned around) and disappeared--they just kept a moving and that's what tortured me. [Later, authorities said the song was not released until 1956, but I remembered--and found that a San Francisco radio station had been playing it early.] Anyhow, I had had enough of disasters to singers. Last night did not compare to what happened in 1953 or happened to Reba's band, but it reminds you how dangerous any road is, especially 46.
The real test of Ken Burns will be if he spends time on the Dixie Chicks and how their crucifixion showed the worst side of country music fans and singers. Who can still listen to that clever young Toby Keith? Who could ever listen to Lee Greenwood? Well, we see now what has happened to "patriotism."
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