Well… We Done Screwed The Pooch (UPDATED! May 9th: New Videos)

G’Dammit! I LOVE TEXAS!

‘Arthur’s’ Note:

Pains me to say this, but it is very difficult for me to watch ‘Midnight Cowboy.’

Why?

Because, Joe Buck, Jon Voight, and Peanut Piland are all the same person.

(to me)

UPDATED! May 9th:  New Videos!

Therefore:

Might as well have some fun:

Texas – Style!

Best of Kinky Here

Bob Wills

Deep In The Heart of Texas

London Homesick Blues:

And just for fun:

Heeeer’s Molly, er Ann!

Okay, Now HERE’s MOLLY:

And Finally, To Close The Show: Give it up for Earnest!!

California on my Mind But Texas Always in my Heart

GTT

More Texas

Less California

Loved it. Hated it. Few decades ago I could truthfully say, “Hey! I’ve spent half my life in California.” (See This Or This)

Now I can say, “Hey! I’ve spent most of my life in Dangerous Desolate Places.” (Middle East &  East Texas) That worm did turn some. (Go Here or There)

As a Native Texan, I am supposed to always hate California and yes, Yes to all you Texans out there: I know this. I get it. Put the rope down.

Yet I more love than hate California.

In California I learned to appreciate music, art, science, literature, hippies, beaches and blondes. My first kiss was not in California, but I didn’t miss that milestone by much–In California.

In Texas I learned to appreciate drankin’ whiskey and beer , smokin’ dope, playin’ football, chasin’ cheerleaders, and Raisin’ Hell.

Arriving home to Texas late 1968 folks made fun of my ‘California Accent’ if there even is such a thing. (There were no Valley Girls in the Sixties as far as I know). My ‘accent’ was ‘just the way normal people talked’ as far as I was concerned. Texans sounded funny to me (Blasphemy!)

My Attitude Adjustment didn’t take long to take.

In California I was a Little League Baseball Star. In Texas no one gave two shits about baseball. I had to learn football. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, but I had all those baseball skills which were not worth a cup of spit in Texas.

I love Texas and don’t get me wrong. But once in a while, when I see a photo or a news bit showing San Francisco, or San Diego, or a beach, or a blonde… I hear this guy singing:

Sometimes I even hear this blonde singing:

And I tear up. (Just a little bit) but then I throw on some Bob Wills and Remember Who I am.

Bob Wills

And thus remembering, I go out and buy a case of Lone Star Long Necks and listen to this guy:

And I Thank The Spirit of Sam Houston I Am A Texan.

Well… We Done Screwed The Pooch (UPDATED! May 9th: New Videos)

G’Dammit! I LOVE TEXAS!

‘Arthur’s’ Note:

Pains me to say this, but it is very difficult for me to watch ‘Midnight Cowboy.’

Why?

Because, Joe Buck, Jon Voight, and Peanut Piland are all the same person.

(to me)

UPDATED! May 9th:  New Videos!

Therefore:

Might as well have some fun:

Texas – Style!

Best of Kinky Here

Bob Wills

Deep In The Heart of Texas

London Homesick Blues:

And just for fun:

Heeeer’s Molly, er Ann!

Okay, Now HERE’s MOLLY:

And Finally, To Close The Show: Give it up for Earnest!!

Well… We Done Screwed The Pooch (UPDATED! May 9th: New Videos)

UPDATED! May 9th:  New Videos!

Therefore:

Might as well have some fun:

Texas – Style!

Best of Kinky Here

Bob Wills

 

Deep In The Heart of Texas

 

London Homesick Blues:

And just for fun:

Heeeer’s Molly, er Ann!

 

Okay, Now HERE’s MOLLY:

 

 

And Finally, To Close The Show: Give it up for Earnest!!

 

California on my Mind But Texas Always in my Heart

California

Loved it. Hated it. Few decades ago I could truthfully say, “Hey! I’ve spent half my life in California.” (See This Or This)

Now I can say, “Hey! I’ve spent most of my life in Dangerous Desolate Places.” (Middle East &  East Texas) That worm did turn some. (Go Here or There)

As a Native Texan, I am supposed to always hate California and yes, Yes to all you Texans out there: I know this. I get it. Put the rope down.

Yet I more love than hate California.

In California I learned to appreciate music, art, science, literature, hippies, beaches and blondes. My first kiss was not in California, but I didn’t miss that milestone by much–In California.

In Texas I learned to appreciate drankin’ whiskey and beer , smokin’ dope, playin’ football, chasin’ cheerleaders, and Raisin’ Hell.

Arriving home to Texas late 1968 folks made fun of my ‘California Accent’ if there even is such a thing. (There were no Valley Girls in the Sixties as far as I know). My ‘accent’ was ‘just the way normal people talked’ as far as I was concerned. Texans sounded funny to me (Blasphemy!)

My Attitude Adjustment didn’t take long to take.

In California I was a Little League Baseball Star. In Texas no one gave two shits about baseball. I had to learn football. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing, but I had all those baseball skills which were not worth a cup of spit in Texas.

I love Texas and don’t get me wrong. But once in a while, when I see a photo or a news bit showing San Francisco, or San Diego, or a beach, or a blonde… I hear this guy singing:

Sometimes I even hear this blonde singing:

And I tear up. (Just a little bit) but then I throw on some Bob Wills and Remember Who I am.

Bob Wills

And thus remembering, I go out and buy a case of Lone Star Long Necks and listen to this guy:

And I Thank The Spirit of Sam Houston I Am A Texan.