The bluegass dumpster of life

Well. Nothing like a perky beginning to get you back in the saddle after you got bucked in the rodeo of life, which phrase, together with that snappy title, almost certainly can make somebody a lot of money as either independent song titles or as a part of a song, or you could do the titles separate and then sing about those songs in another song, thereby getting your bluegrass mile out of song-writing out of eleven littlw words.*

Except you have to add a couple hundred more, but that's no biggie with sterling titles and/or lyrics like those. Hell, that's right up there with "Mountain Dew" or even "Rabbit in the Dodge" or whatever the hell that song says.


Yes, I might as well have entitled this entry "Stokes of Geniuis in Bluegrass Marketing", which is a little bit oxymoronic, but hey.

We're goobers, remember?

Not to mention the bluegrass action figures. Del with the hair and Ricky and Dolly...wow. I bet they'd be pleased to be imortalized that way, with their hairs all perfect forever and no chance of being sweaty or greasy looking. Unless somebody dumped you in a cruet of earl er sumpin.

Anyhow, The Ramblers have been busy as the dickin's with wrapping up the 3rd CD,
titled Ramble On under the expert guidance and recording genius of Anthony Hannigan with a BAH-zillion players on the disc: Jillian Griggs and Scotty Eager and Miss Barbie McMahon, Bob Dorough, Sue Cunnigham, Billy who needs no last name from Flaw-da, Coleman Smith and Hannigan himself on Banjer, mandolin and fiddle.

You could toss the vocals right in the dumpster and the disc might actually be better , but they were acceptable, too. Actually, "Petticoat Junction" and "Calipso Soldier's Joy" are gonna go the distance. Too bizarre and cool to be ignored hehe. The disc also has a "special guest"---the original Mr. GreenJean's bass escaped and made the trip to Wellsboro to be on the disc, courtesy of Joan Brannam, the late Hugh, AKA "Lumpy" Brannam'd widow living there in Saylorsburg, PA., home of the Hamilton Wellness and Fitness Center and Bistro.

What else? The regular turmoil of teaching and taking classes, raising kids...eesh...and trying to fit in time to play, increasingly short supply the past few weeks. But the wood bin is almost full, hunting and deer season a few short weeks away for me, or maybe earlier if I get my bow out this Saturday. We'l see. Or my turkey gun, one or the other. It's been 6 years since I plugged a turkey~! That's the length of time I've had kids in High School. Hoo boy.


Anyhow, the CD should be out soon, and plans are already underway for WinterFest, the last week in January this year to avoid Stupor-bowl. Ramblerosity will also reign down in Hellertown this coming Sunday at the VFW (I think, or maybe the American Legion) as guests of the AFBA, that stalwart bunch down to WindGap.

*Yet another get title. My brainpan must've bust up against a whole boatload of 'em. kinda like the Titanic of song-titles.

AHhhhhhhhhh!**

** I never did go back and put those footnotes in that one post of mine aways back last year. So maybe I will. Later. Out of beer! OMG!