There's the Birthday boy :-D
<Singing Happy Birthday and dancing around the Frito pie>
Happy Birthday Dys, (ya miserable old coot)
Love ya!
I love ya too, but you already knew that Dys ;-)
Frito Pie? Did someone say Frito Pie? Dys' favorite meal. Sixty three candles may be a bit much...
Ticomaya, you are welcome any time. Glad you're here. Pick your favorite beer and stay awhile.
Yes, Montana, Bob loves you too. In fact, I think he loves all the women on a2k with a couple of exceptions...
Phoenix, you vertically challenged little thing, you. Old coot, old codger, cranky old s.o.b., and, I think you'll agree, sweet old blue-eyed cowboy.
i can't hear gram parsons song "Return Of The Grievous Angel" without thinking of dys, and my first inclination would have been to post the lyrics, but the other night i was going through some old cd's, and as i pondered what to post, this song by camper van beethoven came to mind
Eye of Fatima (Pt. 1)
Camper Van Beethoven
He's got the Eye of Fatima on the wall of his room.
Two bottles of tequila, three cats and a broom.
He's got an 18-year-old angel
and she's all dressed in black.
He's got 15 nickels of cocaine tied up in a sack.
And this here's a government experiment
and we're driving like Hell.
To get some cowboys some acid and to stay in motels.
We're going to eat up some wide open spaces
Like it was a cruise on the Nile.
Take the hands off the clock,
we're going to be here a while.
And I am the Eye of Fatima
on the wall of the motel room.
And cowboys on acid are like Egyptian cartoons.
And no one ever conquered Wyoming
from the left or from the right.
But you can stay in motel rooms and stay up all night.
the content may not be dys per say, but there's a certain something that resonates with me
happy birthday cowboy, hope there are many many more
what the hell, here's the gram parsons tune
you can never have too many songs dedicated to you
Return of the Grievous Angel
Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlor
And I'll show you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
Oh, and I remember something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
`Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with the waves of grain
And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee
We flew straight across that river bridge,
last night a half past two
The switchman wave his lantern goodbye
and so long as we went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
And the man on the radio won't leave me alone
He wants to take my money for something
that I've never been shown
And I saw my devil,
and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from
Cheyenne to Tennessee
The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And lighted out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
Oh, but I remembered something you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Ad on the side of the page "overcoming dyslexia".
I'm not sure it's possible :wink:
Howd I miss the opportunity to wish the old one a birthday wish. Ive forgotten what the wish was. SO, anyway, dont get caught, if you do, dont admit anything, if they have the goods on you, blame domebody else, like spendius.
Ah, I'm loving this, but the old codger's napping again.
DJ, you probably weren't alive when Dys had a subversive radio program here in ABQ. I was kicking around, but never had the opportunity to listen back then.
sounds like something i would have liked
Damn, I'm a year late. Hope it was happy!
What can I say? I forgot your birthday. Oh well, I never liked you anyway.
Hell, face it baby: I LOVE YOU.
In a manly sort of way, of course.
JLN, he loves you too, in a manly sort of way. In fact, I am sure you understand that his "I don't like you," is his way of expressing love and friendship. That is, except when it comes to me--if he tells me he doesn't like me, he knows he'll get slapped upside the head, in a womany sort of way. :wink:
Did I just coin a word? Who acts womany. Womanly yes, but there is a difference between womanly and womany.
Digressing again. Old age. Womany old age.
I am just guessing here, Lady Di, but my best one is that you have the patience of a saint.
Living with a legend is never easy...
Best wishes for the three of you in the new year.
RH
Fred is always fine.
Bless'im.
Diane, I understood Bob's ironic reverse-speak the first time I heard it. Is he still asleep? Is he able to sleep through the night too?
I like Rockhead's reference to Him as a legend. I suspect there's also a bit of myth following him as well.
Good night, I'm off to blissful unconsciousness myself.
