tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post938692157648131334..comments2023-10-14T11:05:04.581-04:00Comments on Capitol Cougar: You Can't Shoot the Fiddler in the Middle of the ShowSally Wildehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-90819471050131511832009-02-13T23:10:00.000-05:002009-02-13T23:10:00.000-05:00True love bleeds. Country was my guilty secret fr...True love bleeds. Country was my guilty secret from the peegee girlhood. But you're the one who got me listening to Wynonna. How's the new one? (I'm not buying it or anything this year, but...vicarious.)Sally Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-29934221922579488912009-02-13T12:40:00.000-05:002009-02-13T12:40:00.000-05:00Thank God someone else thinks McSweeney's is wank....Thank God someone else thinks McSweeney's is wank. Packaged nice, sure, but wank nonetheless. And Peter G. and Greil M. -- wank. That Greil M. book "The Old Weird America" about Bob Dylan's "Basement Tapes" should have been can't miss. Bile. I wouldn't read it on a Kindle, but I'd put it on top of some kindling. Neko Case is no Julie Miller, whose "Broken Things" needs listeners. . . and who knew, CC, you were winding down country roads? Here's another original oldie but goodie from yours truly: <BR/><BR/>I used to have a ducktail curl<BR/>You used to be such a pretty little girl<BR/>Now I don't have a hair on my head<BR/>and you're in the cemetary <BR/>deader than dead<BR/>Angeline, Angeline<BR/>you ran away crying<BR/>there's really no sense to your dying<BR/>You were the one that I loved the best<BR/>Instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest<BR/><BR/>You used to drive the other boys wild<BR/>you liked me best 'cuz I wanted a child<BR/>Then one day you saw me kissing Peggy Sue<BR/>A little bit harder than I ever kissed you<BR/>Angeline, Angeline<BR/>you ran away crying<BR/>there's really no sense to your dying<BR/>You were the one that I loved the best<BR/>Instead you stuck a kitchen knife in your chest<BR/><BR/>-- J.S.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com