Even though being bogged down at work has kept me away from the blogosphere, I get the impression not a great deal is going on out there in the world of sg right now. Bad economy? Too distracted by the election? Fortunately we’ve moved on from politics around here, but we have had to go back three or four decades and relitigate Goodmanium and, of course, all things Gaither. Not that I’m complaining. I heart Goodman stories … Remind me tell you the one about Vestal doubleparking her little red convertible at TJ Maxx, darlin. Oh wait … I already have.
Here’s an idea: How about we hear from some concertgoers. Give us your best frontline report. Here in Florida we’re still waiting for enough snowbirds to return for the good acts to book dates in Del Boca Vista. So how about those of you with the embarassment of concert riches spread the wealth a little.
While we wait, enjoy this wonderful bit from reader Bones, responding to the recent thread about the tired old lines that certain groups reliably reach for when they want to whip up some a live batch of sentiment:
What about the Singing Cookes and The Primitives? You always hear about poor dead grandma and her grave on the side of the mountain. If she is alive you hear about her gray hair. Teddy Huffam said that the Cookes always sing about graveyards.
Heh. I heart Teddy Huffam stories, too.Email this Post