#lonesome l.a cowboy

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[fortheturnstiles]

lonesome l.a. cowboy by new riders of the purple sage :^)

YAYYY I LOVE THIS SONG TOO

[johnnycrass]

I left my wallet in el segundo

[krispyweiss]

Actor, Comedian and Musician Martin Mull Dies at 80

Martin Mull, the ubiquitous comedian and character actor who began his career as a musician, has died, his daughter said.

Mull died June 27 at 80 “after a valiant fight against a long illness,” Maggie Mull said.

“He was known for excelling at every creative discipline imaginable and also for doing Red Roof Inn commercials,” she said.

“He would find that joke funny. He was never not funny. My dad will be deeply missed by his wife and daughter, by his friends and co-workers, by fellow artists and comedians and musicians and - the sign of a truly exceptional person - by many, many dogs.”

“Weird” Al Yankovic eulogized Mull as “a true artist and a truly sweet man.”

Best known for roles in television and movies - from “Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman” to “Sabrina the Teenage Witch” and from “FM” to “Clue” - Mull got his start as a songwriter and musician. He wrote Jane Morgan’s minor 1970 country hit “A Girl Named Johnny Cash” before releasing a string of albums on Capricorn Records in the early-1970s and touring with the likes of Randy Newman, Bruce Springsteen and Frank Zappa.

Penn & Teller called Mull “a hero and inspiration,” while New Riders of the Purple Sage posted their song “Lonesome L.A. Cowboy” in Mull’s honor.

“May Martin Mull rest in peace and love,” Todd Rundgren’s Spirit of Harmony Foundation said.

6/29/24

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[thesunseaset]

New Riders Of The Purple Sage - Lonesome L.A. Cowboy

[ragamuffingunnar]

@noisecatcher tagged me to share 5 songs i've been listening to a lot lately, ty ty 💞

do it if you want my friends! @hickorywind @brucespringsteen @racinginthestreet @hoppkorv @bookendsguy

[itwas50yearsagotoday]

10/13/23: It was 50 years ago this month, October 1973, the New Riders of the Purple Sage would release their fourth album The Adventures of Panama Red. Did I skip their third album? I might've... a lot of this stoner-country-rock kinda blends together... although I will say that this record has a few standout tracks. The opening title track is a minor FM classic... not bad, but it's like super speedy country. Track two 'It's Alright With Me' is a great little Country Rock classic, and the same goes for the biggest Spotify song 'Lonesome L.A. Cowboy', although that fact is probably due to the super blase attitude about illicit substances. I also dig 'Thank the Day' and 'Kick In the Head'... you know, all this time, I should have just recognized this group for what they are: Grateful Dead Extended... I mean they did have some Dead members at some point... right? Or was that J.A.? Seriously, this could be the Dead if you didn't know it... doesn't hurt them at all, in my opinion. Nothing offensive here... some great songs honestly. Recommended, surprisingly.

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me asf

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Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Day No. 1, Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, Sept. 29, 2023

- Rickie Lee Jones, Christone “Kingfish” Ingram, John Cragie, Peter Rowan and others highlight first day

Rickie Lee Jones opened the 2023 edition of Hardly Strictly Bluegrass - and christened the festival’s new, Horseshoe Hill stage - by reading from her 2021 memoir.

And Peter Rowan played country - not bluegrass - music during his late-afternoon set on the Banjo stage.

These were just two highlights from Day One at the long-running festival, which also included Christone “Kingfish” Ingram redefining the blues and John Craigie finding his quirky spot alongside Todd Snider in folk-Americana.

Seated on the small stage set up to resemble a living room and flanked with clothes drying on the line, an animated Jones embellished her reading from “Last Chance Texaco” with playful asides and wise cracks. She talked about how Laura Nyro made her feel connected and how Neil Young made her realize odd voices can be successful voices.

“I like it up here,” Jones said of being on stage. “I think artists sometime mistake the excitement for fear.”

Jones read about hitchhiking through California as a 14-year-old in 1969 as a foggy drizzle enveloped Golden Gate Park. She had soundchecked with a snippet of “The Horses,” but ended her well-received spoken-word gig by playing her father’s composition “The Moon is Made of Gold” solo and acoustic and earning a standing ovation from the small crowd seated in grass surrounded by tall trees.

Afterward, Mr. and Mrs. Sound Bites took in a couple of numbers from Vetiver - think the Byrds with a slide guitarist - on the Swan stage as the blog couple headed for Ingram, who played before an audience of thousands on the Towers of Gold stage.

Borrowing Stevie Ray Vaughan’s tone and adding equal measures of funk and R&B, Ingram and his band were super-charged during 50 minutes of electrifying blues as they continually tore the music down before building it right back up. The guitarist sang of lost love on “Fresh Out;” walked off stage, but kept playing out of sight, to showcase his band on “Not Gonna Lie;” and engaged powerful call-and-response with his keyboardist during the set, which ended as Craigie took to the adjacent Swan stage.

Backed by electric bass and guitar and playing acoustic axe and harmonica, Craigie mixed humorous stage banter with tunes both playful (“I Wrote Mr. Tambourine Man”) and serious (“I am California”). Stage presence and song craft made fans of the Sound Biteses, who got their second dose of Craigie in as many days following the previous evening’s benefit for Camp Winnarainbow.

Bluegrass legend Rowan was the biggest surprise of the day, turning in a country and blues set that found him alternating between electric guitar and mandolin, supported by guitar, bass, drums and fiddle. This was exhilarating, though low volume at the Banjo stage lessened the impact of the instrumental guitar duel of “T Bone Shuffle” and made “Panama Red” -> “Freight Train” -> “Panama Red” sound like they were coming in on the winds from Ocean Beach.

Small price to pay for the opportunity to hear Rowan perform such warhorses as “Lonesome L.A. Cowboy,” “Land of the Najavo” and “Midnight Moonlight” in novel musical settings in the bucolic landscape of Golden Gate Park.

9/30/23

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:) been smokin’ dope

[themirthfulroadrunners]

So Many, It’s a Bullet List

           This trip results in a veritable bullet list of check-offs – both bucket list items and general check-off items on a ‘to do’ list. You know, those things that are must-do’s before you die, as well as those that fail to make that list, but shouldn’t be passed up if in the vicinity - like the world’s largest iron skillet, or the gravesite of Herman Munster, that kind of thing.

           We started with Arizona’s Meteor Crater. It measures 55’ deep and a mile across. It is impressive. Anyone there 50,000 years ago would have remembered the event well. We didn’t have time to adequately enjoy the Grand Canyon, so that bucket list item has to wait. It’s too big to have given it a check-off list cursory viewing. So our next stop was Las Vegas. Viva-I-don’t-care. We’d both been there before but it had changed in the intervening 30-40 years. It can change back to desert as far as we care.

           Death Valley is a sight (several, actually) to behold. The temp was in the moderate 90’s yet very do-able. Within a couple hours we were at America’s lowest elevation (-282’) and saw the lower 48’s highest – Mt. Whitney. We got a picture of a cool abandoned church at a tiny rundown town where America interred 10,000 of her citizens of Japanese descent during WWII.

Wayne’s sister, Marla, met us at a cool little town on the east side of the Sierras – Lee Vining. From there we saw the Mono Lake tufas and learned a great story about how a very small community fought and beat the water-stealing megalopolis of L.A.  That was also the launch for the best ghost town anywhere – Bodie, CA. Look it up. It’s fantastic. As were the giant Sequoias a short distance from Marla’s Sierra Mountain home.

October in San Francisco is definitely the time to go. We toured Alcatraz, walked the Golden Date, drove Lombard Street, visited Haight/Ashbury (a location of infamy for our generation), saw Chinatown, snapped a pic of the house from Full House, visited Fisherman’s Wharf and ate the world’s best sourdough bread while on a bakery tour. All this, as well as a few other check-offs while in town.

The 17-mile drive through Pebble Beach was a check-off that, after seeing it, might ought to have been on the big list merely for the Pacific surf views. And just down the road are San Jose and Santa Cruz where Wayne shared amazing sights and a little historical tour of his own – even the locations of 3 motorcycle wrecks. Oh, and Debbie got stuck in Lodi again.

For Debbie, we ventured to Monterey fairgrounds, site of the 1967 Monterey Pop Festival and the inspiration for her short story, Monterey Papa. And who could pass up an opportunity to see Carmel-by-the-Sea, where Clint Eastwood wooed a majority of voters? We had lunch beneath a portrait of him in full western movie costume.

We toured a winery in Napa Valley and the Jelly Belly factory in Fairfield. A Saturday morning visit to a farmers’ market in Modesto provided a chance to help judge a chili cookoff.

A major highlight was Yosemite National Park and the black bear that Marla saw first. He (or she) was mostly bashful but very accommodating, allowing a nice video. El Capitan, Half Dome, a hike and a couple waterfalls did not disappoint. The climbers waaaaaay up high on the face of El Capitan added a little excitement. Trying to one-up her companions who reportedly had better vision, Debbie claimed she saw that one of the climbers had cavities. We all swallowed several grains of salt at that one. That Debbie!

Not to be deprived, we saw deer, buffalo, and over a hundred antelopes at play. We drove past miles and miles of orchards and vineyards, wondering what were the actual crops, wishing for helpful signs.

Our return home took us to beautiful Lake Tahoe and the Mormon Tabernacle where we both saw and heard the pipe organ. As impressive to me was an actual cowboy, a long way from a visible ranch, sitting his horse while overlooking a herd of cattle. It could’ve been a scene in a western movie. And not far from there we witnessed a man swinging by a cable from a helicopter (in very strong winds, mind you) to be placed atop a metal power pole tower, the kind that looks like the Eifel Tower’s poor cousin.

Old town Laramie and Cheyenne, as well as Ogallala (remember Clara and Ellie of Lonesome Dove?) were cool. But alas, there was no social club in sight in the very western downtown.

The lonnnnnnnnnnng drive to and from California included 13 states, and mostly their desert-y or plateau-y areas. It was really nice, after 3 weeks, to drop down into NW Arkansas and let our eyes settle on the lovely green hillsides again.