@George,
George, your link to Sweet Amarillo touched me, sadly and sweetly.
I too drove with my father, in this case from Los Angeles to see if he could connect with people at Wright Field in Dayton, Ohio, do some research, maybe get a job (he'd been a commanding officer there decades before). That didn't work out and it was close to the end of his life. I was a little afraid of the drive, not really re driving but that he had been ill off and on back then.
We drove 40 (was it 40 or Route 66 then, I'm not sure, circa 1966). Didn't stop at Amarillo that time, but had on another trip a decade before that. We did turn off 40 to 44 and got caught in a biggo thunder lightning razzmatazz, and pulled off at a Holiday Inn in Rolla, Missouri. Good talk there, is what I remember, but not what we said.
After we got to Dayton (where I'd lived as a toddler and for a summer as a twelve year old), I stayed a day and then flew back. Makes me tear to type that now.
Anyway, re Amarillo, in happier times we'd passed through with that industrial film crew that I've talked about before. What I don't remember is if we called it
Amarillo then, like willow, or Amarillo, like eeeyo, as I call it now. The second one, I'm almost sure. Different than in the Old Crow Medicine Show guy..
Thanks for the link.
Olivier, I liked Golden Brown. Sort of liked Bryan Adams, but kept thinking, he's not Leonard Cohen.. on the other hand, I liked the words with the music.
Letty, I couldn't watch the whole Matthew M Salute, no offense meant.
Back later, I haven't caught up yet.
