tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323390334328181301.post2721488722308084376..comments2024-03-26T18:56:46.561-04:00Comments on 2 or 3 lines (and so much more): Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson -- "Good Hearted Woman" (1976)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2323390334328181301.post-71526246356535168112013-02-14T19:26:37.668-05:002013-02-14T19:26:37.668-05:00This resonates on several different levels--Waylon...This resonates on several different levels--Waylon Jennings lived to team up with Willie Nelson because he was NOT on the plane that crashed at Clear Lake IA in Feb. 1959, taking the lives of Richie Valens, Buddy Holly and J. P. Richardson (and presumably, the pilot). And I think it was Mr. Jennings who commented (probably referring to award shows) that "Music is not a competitive sport". Many years ago I saw Willie Nelson as a guest on "A Prairie Home Companion" when they performed at Pomona College in Claremont CA. Some performers look like they just stepped out of a "bandbox"; Mr. Nelson looks like he just stepped out of a boxcar. He played this beat up guitar that looked like something found in the trash bin behind "Moe Music Mart--we take anything in trade". After the show, I got to meet Garrison Keillor, and he autographed a poster for me. This poster now occupies a place of honor above my younger daughter's radio. The song title brings to mind, the Robert Johnson song, "Kind Hearted Woman". Back in 2001, I was visiting Melbourne, Australia, mostly to ride their extensive tramway system and have other wonderful railway experiences (like riding in a steam locomotive and running a tramcar). While in the downtown Post Office, I heard music, and found two young Asian fellows sitting on the steps, one playing a guitar and one "blowin' harp". When they did "Kind Hearted Woman", I thought, "You can't get much further from the Delta, but here's Mr. Johnson's music, half way to the South Pole." One evening during my visit, I took the #96 tram to the end of the line, where Blues Before Sunrise, the #1 local Blues band was playing in a hotel pub. I bought one of their CDs and had it autographed, with the caveat that their regular harmonica player was in Memphis (it was another ten years before I would make the pilgrimage). A few years later, they issued another CD, so I bought one by mail order. It arrived with a note "You probably have the only copy in the Northern Hemisphere." G'day, Mate!davistrainhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11665337626953845254noreply@blogger.com