Discussion in 'Random Nonsense' started by Daniel~, Mar 30, 2018.
Hmmm not my favorite but I don't recall actively disliking it. perhaps I was in a bad mood.":O}
Bad mood, yeah that's me once in a while. The funny thing about The Band is that they write and perform what you could call "American Music" so strongly that no on else can top them. Those Canadians, it's always something!
I like "Evangeline" a lot, the imagery it provokes is mighty interesting, imho.
Listening to Emmylou's solo version of Evangeline side by side with her recording of the song with The Band, it turns out the the solo version is lacking a great deal. It's an OK, move along nothing to hear here song.
But she and The Band make it almost a great song.
I think a song only becomes great one person at a time. Which is why I have enjoyed our music thread so much. You guys have let me know greatness song at a time,,
from my baby days...
We were on a family vacation, driving though northern Texas when I saw them!
I didn't know America had them! I thought they were strictly African.
We were doing around 50 mph.
They were doing around 50 mph!!
Prong horned antelope raced along the barb wire then one jumpec the wire and was right in front of us!!! Then it crossed over us clearing our car with ease, it didn't miss a step as it landed.
I have never been able to shake the thought than this antelope just wanted me to see what an antelope can do! It would have been more than enough that he was beautiful.
But he was fast! So fast that speed would have died of envey if speed had seen what I did that day. One more thing has stuck with me. There was a profound relaxation in that leap. There was no stress or strain. He leapt like I would walk over a small stick on the trail. In midair He LOOKED at me and then was gone. immortalized in my memory while I live.
American antelope that could out run a road blessed me in my boyhood. A sacred memory from my youth....
Wowsa, that's special. What a great memory to have! I've been across the panhandle a couple times. As a kid I liked the big emptiness of it. As an adult the monstrousness of Texas just rubbed me the wrong way.
To be honest, Texas has always rubbed me the wrong way. A friend of a friend got life in prison for a partial bust. They found particles of pot in the pocket of his jeans.
Though this was fifty years ago and I have lost touch with the one who new him, I still pray for his release.
What a severe punishment! It's sad that we Americans just love to punish others. The confusing and unnatural thing is that Texans think they live in a great place. Kewel, please stay in that "paradise" Texans. Also weird, Oklahomans envy those that live in Texas. Crazy world, or what?
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