I remember talking to my mother just before she died. She had outlived all her friends and relatives. She said she dreamed a lot, and everybody she dreamed of was dead.
I don’t have those dreams; mainly because I don’t have any friends or family that I have ever kept in touch with.
But today I have been thinking about the death of Earl Scruggs. As a young man in the military in the early sixties I was a country fan before it was blue grass. I would listen to Earnest Tubb, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash and the real bluegrass – Flatt and Scruggs. I had a half dozen Flatt and Scruggs albums; and I’d get drunk and try to pick and sing “You're Not A Drop in the Bucket When It Comes To
” Loving Me.
All those albums are long gone, but those songs more than anything else bring back memories that seem like another world – another time and place in some parallel universe that doesn’t exist - and never existed - in today’s reality.
Well, I couldn’t find “A Drop In The Bucket” but here is some Flatt and Scruggs at their best.
and one more from:The Story of Bonnie and Clyde.