On walk about from the jungle last week to the desert this week.
I listened to a song on the i-phone by Kris Kristofferson and it took me back to a time more than a few days ago. When David Bowie did his Golden Years Album Tour, I sat next to Kris Kristofferson at the concert. I think that was 1983 or maybe 1984. He’s old now and I’m not as old, but I’m still a fan.
One of my daughters asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told her that I’d heard that Willie Nelson was touring with Miranda Lambert and a few other noteworthy Country Western stars. I asked for good tickets. —or tickets to the Eagles.
Willie owned a horse ranch not far from where I grew up (in the middle of nowhere). The IRS took it away from him. It wasn’t an ostentatious ranch – and I’m sure that he had a few of them. But it was a nice horse ranch all the same. An inner city type ended up owning the ranch (possibly a gift from the Federal Government?). All of the ranch hands quit and the owner imported inner city “buckaroos” to run it. A ranch is a lot of work and they apparently didn’t want to work, so most of the horses died or were ruined. Some starved. It was a local scandal, but not one of those things that the mainstream media would ever cover. A lady that I knew from high school ended up buying the broken down ranch for a song and ran it with her husband and eventually rehabilitated it. It has nothing to do with the song (below) but it’s my uber distant experience with something attached to Willie Nelson.