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His half-assed advice and old-time music blog

 

I don't post the entire song. Unless I have rights to distribute, I cut to around two minutes.

 

FEBRUARY 2010

 

02-1-10... A report about something might be incorrect, but if you believe it to be true, then it will have the same effect on you as if it were true.

To kick off February, I'll kick out a shit-kicker bluegrass version of a cowboy song, courtesy of the talented musicians of Jimmy Martin and the Sunny Mountain Boys. Red River Valley

 

 

02-3-10... What you think about grows. Whatever you allow to occupy your mind becomes more and more a part of your own life. Obviously, the thinking can be on the positive or negative side of the ledger, and so training your mind to dismiss the negatives by immediately switching subjects is key to making your day what it is.

Worry is one of those negatives -- a useless, time and energy-consuming exercise. This guy refuses to entertain it. T. Texas Tyler sings Bummin' Around

 

02-5-10... This piece certainly shows off Lefty Frizzell's fine voice, and although the lyrics might seem sappily sentimental, I suppose it all depends upon how you feel about yours. From 1959, Mom and Dad's Waltz

 

02-8-10... So, I thought my know-it-all friend might have learned his lesson when he asked if I'd take the Jets over San Diego for five bucks. He learned nothing, asking me two weeks ago if I'd let him win back his five by taking New Orleans in the Super Bowl. Honestly, I had no preferences in either game. I just wanted to see high-quality, competitive football. I did, and now, he owes me ten. Just goes to show that nothing's for certain in this life, and nothing's ever for certain when it comes to sports. They are the "Aints" no more. Congratulations to the New Orleans Saints on their first-ever Super Bowl win.

One thing is for certain: do the crime and you'll do the time, either in prison or elsewhere. Stonewall Jackson learned it. He's still got Life To Go.

 

02-10-10... Look, I ain't sayin' I'm for or against her, but Sarah Palin's no dummy. Does anyone really think she needed those messages written on her hand to jog her memory? No. She knew it would keep her in the forefront of the news cycle for days on end. Four and counting... mission accomplished.

Johnny Cash has the best ingredients for what makes a music icon -- he writes memorable, sing-along melodies, and lesson-learning, story-telling lyrics. Here's one of hundreds from his library that fits the bill. Home of the Blues

 

02-12-10... The next several posts will be from records purchased at a yard sale upon which somebody'd spilled something on them. Soda, beer, piss, who knows and who cares? I'm into the music, and I'm not overly concerned with quality of the sound. (just in case you hadn't already figured that out!) Some of these titles are kinda hard to find, and I'm glad to have them in any format or condition.

First up is Moon Mullican, one of those nearly forgotten pioneers. By the time rock and roll had made the scene, Aubrey Mullican was in his 50's, but his piano and vocal stylings mixing black (Negro) blues of the South, western swing and honky tonk paved the way for soon-to-be megastars like Jerry Lee Lewis, Elvis, and Bill Haley. I suggest you Google his name and learn more, but I will share one little-known fact with you. He co-wrote Jambalaya with Hank Williams, but because of his contract with King Records he couldn't publicly take the credit, even though he did collect royalties on it.

I'll let his music speak for him. This here was his biggest chart hit, recorded in 1951, and if your toe doesn't tap there's something wrong with you. Some group did this song a few years ago. Don't remember who, but do remember it paled in comparison to Moon Mullican's version of Cherokee Boogie.

 

02-16-10... Yes, the Pone took a President's Day holiday, so I'll slip in a post-Valentine's Day love song on a Tuesday, courtesy of the Louvin Brothers. When I Stop Dreaming

 

02-17-10... Carl Smith has the perfect recipe for wooing females. Do you suppose that's how he persuaded June Carter into marrying him before she met and became June Carter (Johnny Cash) Cash?

Could be, but Carl Smith was one of the hottest country stars of the 1950's, charting more than 30 Top Ten hits. He wrote and sang ballads and honky tonk, and was damned good at it. Rather suggestive lyrics, too, considering the morals of the time. For example, Trademark

 

02-19-10... Resentment is a form of attachment, and because resentment always stems from another person or persons, resentment binds you to the very person or persons who caused your resentment. We're talking mental states here. Is that really what you want? Does it make sense to occupy your thoughts with the very thing you hate, the very person(s) who created it for you?

No, it does not make sense. You can have your resentment and make yourself prisoner to its source, or you can stop thinking about it, sever yourself from it and kiss it goodbye forever. Apply this concept to these lyrics and get a fresh perspective on a classic tune by Bill Haley and the Comets. See You Later Alligator

 

02-22-10... One of the many fascinating aspects of music is interpretation of lyrics. Sure, Waylon Jennings claims he's a free spirit and is feeling the need to move on, but I wonder if what really happened is that the woman, knowing the weekend is over and she has things to do, told him to get his free-loading ass out of her house.

Waylon says it's Time to Bum Again.

 

02-24-10... You cannot change your environment without first changing your mind. This Gene Autrey penned song, done soulfully by Jimmy Martin and the Sunny Mountain Boys, is a fine example of what not to do. "I've lost her, oh, what can I do? I'll bet you're not happy if she's there with you." He's resentful. He's hurt, and as long as he thinks this way, he's never going to get over a woman who'll never again be what he wants her to be. He truly does have 20-20 Vision, and he's walking around blind.

 

02-26-10... It's no secret as to why Johnny Horton is in the Rockabilly Hall of Fame. His pre-, "Battle of New Orleans" style rocked with the best of them, and his voice had range coupled with masterful control. This song from 1956 showcases what he could do. I'm a One Woman Man

 

 

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