Jasper woke up stomach sick this morning. I said to Beka, “I need to go get some stuff”. As if reading my mind she says, “Jello and Sprite”. Yes, the time honored remedy. So, I headed down to Fred’s which, is a discount store…some of you if there are any of you may not be familiar.
Anyway, I got the stuff there at Fred’s and as I walked out in to the parking lot, I heard the Merle Haggard tune “I”m A Lonesome Fugitive” blaring from an SUV sound system. And I thought to myself, “How refreshing to hear that blaring from an SUV while walking across the parking lot on a beautiful, late Autumn, Sunday morning.”
As I got in my car I glanced over at said SUV and in the passenger seat there was a substantially bodied teen lad wearing a pair of Beats headphones just rocking the fuck out, pumping his head to some unknown death metal, gangster rap symphony….
I’ve always liked the Roy Buchanan first album version of “Fugitive”, not to offend any Hag purists, bur there is in a nutshell the definitive Buchanan country Tele tone and a subtle lyric change…a little different…
I’d like to take you with me but can’t afford the luxury
A fugitive must be a rollin’ stone
You’d only slow me down and they’d catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone
That could be a Clint Eastwood movie right there in one stanza.
“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.” – G.K. Chesterton
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” – Buddha
“When I started counting my blessings, my whole life turned around.” – Willie Nelson
Getting ready to fix some lunch right now before more digging and I am listening to John McLaughlin’s tribute album to Bill Evans, “Time Remembered”. It’s gorgeous as I’m sure you would suspect.
As I’d never listened to this before, I decided to quickly look it up and find out a little about it. One of the first things I came upon is this hilarious 1993 review by David Hajdu in, of all places, Entertainment Weekly…
“If you hear the name John McLaughlin and think of quirkily entertaining middle- age conservatism, you’re…well, right on the money. Seventies head-trip guitarist McLaughlin has matured into an engaging classicist, applying his newly disciplined virtuosity to the reflective chamber jazz of pianist- composer Bill Evans. None of that cosmic hoo-ha; this guitar guru has finally found the God of the Details in Time Remembered: John McLaughlin Plays Bill Evans. B+”