Camp Howdy

Now I get it, Dave. Ya hoser. N the rest of ya's too . . string me along like this for soooo long.

"License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote.

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."

Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga-ya bastids strung me along all this time for something I knew.

Why I oughta . . . after all these fests.

Barefoot Boy, paybacks are gonna be expensive, I'll plot for years, I will . . .;-)

I'm phreakin speechless . . . . what the HAYALL is this thing and can it be eaten and que'd or smoked.

EAST Palo Alto? Something I'd expect the matrons of Bernal Heights to walk when they ain't changing batteries in their matronly toys . . . (Herb Caen, he usta rag on the matrons of Bernal Heights, about their vibrators. Ok, ain't funny if I gotta 'splain it, my bad).

I miss Herb. N his fog, too, 'kin mid 90's n 100's summer in this godforsaken . . . you know.

I know everyone has heard this to death, but, to SEE it, like this . . .

BEAUTIFUL Beard Reso he's playin. Gorgeous in looks and sound.

Course, it's Flux, he makes EVERYTHIG look and sound beautiful.

Think I saw some stuff to steal . . . his THUMB action is POWERFUL, and a trademark for anyone keeping score or who cares about such musically technical matters . . . . . .

Man, I wasn't payin attention, but, I am now.

This medium is now off the hook, n I say so.

The clip I posted is from another site whose member posted the clip.

Don Reno just KILLS it after you get past the obligatory Orange Blossom Special, so just let it run till the second song, and then strap in and get ready for a ride!!! I didn't catch the rest of the lineup on the first clip.

Michael is hosting, an old show he did back in 1974. Way kewl stuff.

Here's another youtube clip of the rest of Country Gentlemen, from the first clip.

Bill Emerson on 5, Doyle on the little 6, Charlie Waller my gawd on big 6, didnt' hear who was on the dawghouse . . . . wow, they nailed what HAS to be an early version of Fox On The Run in the first clip.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SG5T2dzJRC4

The Heroes Of Trad Grass were movin it forward LONG ago . . . don't let the bluegrass nazis tell you anything different . . . even Mr. MUNROE was movin it forward in his day. ;-)

Day after Day after Day...Counting the hours...and your vote counts! Same as it ever was...you may ask yourself...How many days til Strawberry????
Nice picture of you hard at work Martin!