Lyle Lofgren wrote:
> On Feb 29, 7:12 am, Jerry Dallal <gdal...@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
> wrote:
>> Lyle Lofgren wrote:
>>> Suppose you're playing and/or singing in public, and, just as the last
>>> notes re-echo to your ears, God calls you home (painlessly, of
>>> course), so after that, people will say that you "keeled over right
>>> after fini****ng X", where X = the answer to my question.
>>> Lyle
>> I've thought about this and, every time I'm about to answer, it dawns
on
>> me that God's a busy guy/gal at the moment and doesn't have a lot of
>> time to spend on me (although I don't feel ignored!). It struck me
that
>> supposed God was thinking, "Gee, there's ol' Jer there. He's been good
>> lately. I wonder if there's anything he really wants... [Yes, I
realize
>> s/he's all knowing.]" And God sees this post...
>>
>> So, I realized that if I were to fill in X, I'd never dare play it
>> again, at least, not unless I were looking for a One Way Ticket To The
>> Sky. So, Lyle, if we ever have the good fortune to cross paths,
>> *please* don't play "The Georgia Hobo", at least not the Cofer
Brothers'
>> version! :-)
>>
>> --Jerry
>
> If God is paying that close attention, s/he will pay even closer
> attention, and understand that singing a song or playing a tune that
> you want to be remembered for isn't the same thing as a death wish.
There are lots of tunes I wouldn't mind being remembered for singing.
It's the "keeled over right after fini****ng" that gives me pause! It's
not the benevolent New Testament God that worries me. It's the Old
Testament God with the wicked/whimsical sense of humor who keeps me on
my toes.
A few years ago, my good friend Stephen was visiting and, the night
being late and us being sleep deprive, Stephen started singing old
campaign songs, one of which was
Here comes Nixon, our man Nixon
We want Nixon to be the President
Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along
Merrily we roll along, one hundred million strong.
It struck me that if the Devil ever came by to take us away, we might
ask if we could be allowed to sing one last song and, if we could cajole
him into it, *that* would be the song...only in order to be
historically accurate, we would sing it in the style of One Hundred
Bottles of Beer On The Wall with Nixon's sup****t eroding one vote at a
time and, with any luck, the Devil would tire of the whole business,
especially since it would be done to banjo accompaniment, and take off.
In a foolish bid to tempt fate, Stephen has taken this on as a personal
project. He occasionally sends me updates. On January 23, he re****ted,
"Nixon is slipping, with sup****t of only 99,984,600. That's what happens
when I get stuck in traffic on the South Fork."
--Jerry
> Our band has performed "Georgia Hobo" many times (it's even on our
> "Going Nowhere Fast" CD), and as far as we know, no animal, plant or
> mineral has been harmed during these events.
>
> But if you truly believe It'd be dangerous to have me sing it, be sure
> to identify yourself if we ever meet -- sort of like telling people
> about a life-threatening allergy to peanuts.
>
> Lyle
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