| Route 78 West | 11/19/2006 | back |
| Show #296 Salvation Radio |
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| 01 Webb Pierce, High
Gear Daddy-Acrobat, CD 02 Jimmy Wakely, Texas Jam Saturday Night-Cowboy Legends, CD 03 Webb Pierce, Groovie Boogie Boy-Acrobat, CD (1941) 04 Lefty Frizzell, Forever And Always-Bear, CD 05 Webb Pierce, There Stands The Glass-Decca, CD - break 10:17 am 06 Webb Pierce, Heebie Jeebie Blues-Acrobat, CD (ADDCD 3026) 07 Bud Isaacs, By The Waters Of Minnetonka-Bear Family, CD 08 Speedy West, Sunset-Sundazed, CD 09 Carroll Parham, Slowly - break 10:30 am 10 Webb Pierce, Slowly-Acrobat, CD 11 Rodger Miller, England Swings-Bear Family, CD (BCD 15477) 12 The Hacienda Brothers, Tears Begin To Fall - break 10:49 am 13 Cary Hudson, ZZQ (rare) 14 Cary Swinney, A Hero On A Square-Johnson Grass, CD 15 Rolling Stones, Dear Doctor-CD 16 Dave Sheehan, November-Rain Shadow Records, CD (new) 17 Gob Iron, Hills Of Mexico-Transmit Sound, CD - break 11:12 am 18 Susan Christie, Ghost Riders In The Sky-Finders Keepers, CD 19 Loren Green, Ghost Riders In The Sky 20 Jerry Jeff Walker, Night Rider's Lament (rare) - break 11:33 am 21 Neil Young And Crazy Horse, Wonderin'-Reprise, CD 22 Magnolia Electric Company, Don't Fade On Me-Secretly Canadian-CD 23 Richmond Fontaine, Barely Loosing-El Cortez, CD 24 Loomer, Turnbuckle-Newtone, CD 25 Ryan Adams, Too Be Young Is To Be High-Bloodshot, CD 26 Neil Young And Crazy Horse, Winterlong-Reprise, CD - break 11:56 am 27 Cary Hudson, OOh La La (rare) |
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| Notes: |
I spied my Illinois license plate nailed to the side of an out building
at the Antoine Ranch today. The white and blue 1979 plaque seemed happy
hanging on a west facing wall. Everywhere I sensed familiarity. A while
back I lived at this ranch. I curled up in the barn loft while the March
chinooks
blew and met Jeff right here in the gravel road where I stood this afternoon.
He was a potter and would throw an extra log in the 3 legged Royal Garland
each night as he left his studio. The old stove can still put out the btu's. That first spring I mainly stacked and delivered firewood for George, the ranch boss. The hardwood trucked in from Kansas City via return-trip cattle haulers and the split pine came in from the Heil Ranch just NW of Boulder. So, I did a lot of things with wood and slept in the barn with Cooper, the ranch dog. In the morning I washed my face at the pasture facet and made my breakfast on a woodburning cookstove. I started to hang out with Jeff. We went cross country skiing and cooked huge pots of stew and concocted quantities of homebrew. Before the curve in the road was removed and it all got paved our neighbor Oliver got inquisitive as to what those hippies were doing next door and would come by to chew tobacco, tell stories, taste our hooch, and listen to music. We stayed up late cause nothing stopped us and ate massive bacon egg breakfasts to recover. Oliver lived next door and was a cattleman. He was born in the house over there fifty feet to the north and is buried across the main road within sight of where I'm standing. Jeff and I were there when the Sisters put him in the ground. Ollie was a straight shooter and soon we all were friends and I would go so far as to say we were locals, mostly cause Ollie knew us. We became this sort of crossbreed hippie/redneck... alternative country is what it was! We went to see music at Telluride and the Hi-Low out on the diagonal. In the same vein a trip to see Sonic Youth open for Neil Young was our thing too. We went to the Red Door in Longmont, the Broken Drum in Boulder and attended Mexican weddings in Erie. We wore knives on our belts and had a gun in the rack, spent hours at the sale barn livestock auctions talking with ranchers and staying out of the cold. The AM radio was always on and we stuck to the gravel roads. There's less trouble on the gravel. The season went to mending fence in the spring sun. Summer Gross Reservoir fishing trips usually ended with a swim and cold beers on a VW cruise down Flagstaff Mountain. Stress was an unknown factor and gourmet flannel did not exist. Half a lifetime has gone. I'm headed south on route 93. Cold Criminals by The Pink Mountaintops plays over and over. I'm keen with the whirling centerline blur of the music. On the north side of Golden I glance over to see Ollie's Ford pickup sitting next to an out building. It's re-assuring to know it's there, like a good horse put out to pasture. Here lately I don't expect much and that old truck helps my moral, just like good AM country radio and a bottle of homebrew. Things change, but I don't want them to. Till next time. |
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