Archive for August, 2006

A Bluegrass Documentary

Since I got the new Beta version of Blogger, it doesn’t appear to want to let me put You Tubes up so I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way and use a link.

As you are probably wo’ out from hearing, Mr. Smiff and the Grascals have a new cd out this week. A mini-documentary was done on the making of the cd. It is very cool. Features Dierks Bentley, Lloyd Green, The Jordanaires and some guy named George. Go watch it. As usual, there’s not enough Mr. Smiff but he shows up. So does that damn dog of Dierks’. I swear, Jake the Dog got more face time than Mr. Smiff. It was more the Jimmy Mattingly Show than anything.

The best part is when George is cutting his stuff and the guys reaction in the control room.

Pro Blogging?

Who wants to enlighten one almost unemployed blogger-type about the ins and outs, pros and cons of being a professional blogger?

Anything the WonderDawg and Lindsey suggest to me is worth checking on cause theys edjucated people.

Seriously, any of y’all that have knowledge about this…do shoot me an email.

Due To Restructuring….

It was not surprising, however, it was a little bit of a weird jolt to be informed about an hour ago that my position is being eliminated. I’m sitting there with the boss, his boss and the head of HR, and it’s like in a movie where somebody’s talking and you don’t hear them. It was odd. It’s not a reflection of my performance…blah blah….I know that….but I’m sitting there thinking “What in the HELL am I going to do?”

Now, I can go for the several months off with pay thing but I will have to find a job after that. They are actively looking to find me something else in the company, which is fine. I’ve been at this company for almost 10 years. It’s not a perfect place and it’s not the work I’d miss there, but, the people. You develop a family at your work when you’ve been there a long time.

So it’s official that Sista Smiff is on the job market. Maybe I oughta look into that opening over at the Mothership.

Young Love

The gentleman lovingly holding the infant was announced this morning as one of the newest members of the Country Music Hall of Fame.
It is about. Damn. Time.
Sonny James is one of the bonafide greats in country music. Until Alabama came along and broke his record, he held the record for most consecutive number one records for years and years. (I think it was something like 21).
For the record, that is not me Sonny is holding. That is my sister. We have home movies of this particular moment and I wish I were technologically up to date that I could put it on the blog. It is one of the sweetest things you’d ever want to see. The film has him singing to her, rocking back and forth…very sweet especially considering how back in the OLD days, when this was taken, men didn’t mess with newborn babies much and Sonny has never had children of his own. This was at my parents house in California in 1966. Whoops..told her age. At least she can’t accuse me of putting a non-cute picture of her up here.

A Shout For Eddie

I’m sitting here listening to Sirius and their traditional country station, “The Roadhouse.” They play good stuff, mostly. I’m intrigued that they are playing Eddie Rabbitt’s “Driving My Life Away” and what’s so funny is that in 2006, that is considered “traditional” country. When that thing came out in the early 80’s, it played like crazy on Top 40 radio. Nothing traditonally country about it. Just funny to me how perspectives change.

I do like that song. I remember when it came out, my sister LOVED it. We used to record songs from the radio to our little tape recorder. This was before we had stereos and decent stuff to record to.

Eddie was probably the first and only Nashville country act that was born in Brooklyn, New York. His daddy was an Irish immigrant who played the fiddle. It’s kinda sad to me that Eddie is one people seemingly have forgotten about. Eddie died of lung cancer in 1998 and he was not an old man. He had a string of hits a mile long…some I liked better than others. He really did nothing for traditional country music. However, he found him a formula and traditonaled himself all the way to the bank. I was always partial to his “Two Dollars In The Jukebox”…not bad country singing for a boy from Brooklyn.

For some reason, hearing him on the radio made me a little sad and I felt like remembering Eddie Rabbitt today.

Pardon Me, Mitch

I had the fun opportunity to get to visit and hang with part of the Channel 2 crew tonight at the Station Inn. I happened to see Mitch Roberts milling around and I said howdy and he sat with Yours Truly and the Smiff Kids and didn’t seem to be too frightened by us.

That Mitch is a nice feller. He said he had been to Chuck E. Cheese earlier in the evening with his little ones and because he was somewhat shellshocked from that experience, he had to get out and hear some music. I think he made a wise choice in choosing to come hear the Grascals.

Being a quasi-singer/musician type myself, I think I have some sort of radar in spotting others who play and sing that you don’t know play and sing. Mitch had that 6th sense thing about him that kind of tipped me off that perhaps he is a music guy and I was correct. Part of why he moved here from Las Vegas was to do the music thing.

Mitch isn’t the first Channel 2 guy to be a singer/musician in their other life. Seems Davis Nolan plays and who remembers Brian Christie, who was the Singing Weatherman back in the 70’s??? Brian ended up being on CNN and is in San Diego now, but, he had a little notoriety way back in his Channel 2 days when Lamar Alexander went into office a little early, tossing out Ray Blanton. He wrote and performed a song called “Pardon Me Ray”which I believe was to the tune of “Chattanooga Choo Choo.”

Good times…great music. Crappy Governor.

Cruising With The Ceester

We know our buddy CeeElCee has just returned from yet another exotic trip…this time on a cruise. Turns out, my co-worker Andrea was on the very same boat with Uncle Cee. Apparently, she didn’t run into him on this trip. CLC was doing nothing but business on this trip….and it’s also understandable since Uncle Cee is an old guy of 40 and these are young, 20 somethings…they weren’t exactly running at the same pace. CLC probably couldn’t make it for the Midnight Buffet.

Still, it’s a small world.