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.
the Ol'Buzzard
