h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

You learned Lord of the Dance in a pub?? . Love it.

It was one of my Dad's favourite songs. He used to sing it to me. I might cry now.

I'll get over it though, because its kind of an immortal song, the dance goes on.

Yeah, in Pittsburgh, on my birthday, no less. Guys claimed it was the only 'religious' song they knew.

Willie Nelson's okay. He's real country music, not that easy-listening commercial fake stuff people listen to these days. What Kinky Friedman calls 'hat singers'.

Early memories: riding the back seat of the car over miles and miles of two-lane, listening to one country AM station after another as the signal bounced back and forth from the ionosphere... One summer, I heard 'Hello Walls' way more times than was strictly good for my mental health...I grew up marinated in this music, which was all you could hear on local television on Saturday night. Too many sequins on too many fringed cowboy shirts, too much big hair...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IBN9uk1N2oA

Y'all need to learn to listen to George Jones and Buck Owens and other Grand Ole Opry originals to get the genuine feel of the genre. Which is irony planted so deep you need ground-penetrating radar to find it.

This is a really poetic piece of autobiographical writing, Mr D. Kind of tinged with nightmare.

What does that mean then, about the Grand Ole Opry, and the irony? Is it to do with the takeover of the commercial stuff?

We are the music we love.....now there's a Create theme if ever I heard one DG!

Prefer Merle or Johnny Cash to no show Jones...my G O O tee shirt is wearing a little threadbare...

No. The songs are overtly sentimental, but also deeply ironic and self-mocking.

It's mountain humour: dry and rather intellectual at its core.

And then there are the silly titles, like 'I've Got the Hongries for Your Love and I'm Waitin' in Your Welfare Line'.

PS Also like calling the music show the 'Grand Ole Opry'. Meaning 'opera'.

The last time Willie toured the UK we were lucky enough to get tickets....then, four hours before the concert I got a really bad tummy bug, wife took her mate, who had never even heard of him. Bought me a tee shirt and a signed programme, signed? Yup at the end of the show she got to meet the man himself! I was sooooo upset!

Aw.

Ah right! That's interesting, re the Opry etc. Thanks!



Amazing Post, by the way, I just dipped in!

It's like an incredible Halloween sandwich that will last for several days, as my soul travels through grey silver clouds to the Transmitter.

What??

A flickering daydream of intense beauty I had the other day, the Transmitter being something to do with thought waves, frequencies, it kind of collects them, and re-mixes them, adds a crackly radio sound for effect, and sends them out again.

It is positioned in a space in my brain, somewhere between the postcard stand and the veggie burger stall.



In other words, , gorgeous Post, will read and comment over the next few days.

Awwwww, imagine that?? Re meeting Willie. That tummy bug owes you.

That is one mean bug.

Great!

I get it with the Transmitter. Which will soon be full of Heavy Leslie...

It will.

Great and wonderful artwork in ye lads.

And I love the concert ticket! From the Delaware Pavilion, Lewes.

Lewes?

So that was the bright light seen in the sky! It was the entire Delaware Pavilion flying from Bexhill to Lewes.

With DG and the Bluegrass Organists inside it, eating pizza and chips, washed down with festive fizz and looking at the view, high in the clouds, eye to eye with curious seagulls.

Beats the transit van on the M1.

Balcony £1.00? I like it.

In Lewes-town did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree
Where folks could sing or tell a yarn
The seats were cheap, the ale was free.

Wonderful! And next week, the Story will be told...in .

Spin a yarn.

Not tell a yarn. (says the unimpressed ghost of Mr Coleridge)

Interesting expression. Spin a yarn, tell a long rambling story.

Does it come from yarn, a long thread? Must do.



Today I bought my tiny plastic glow in the dark bats and spiders, all from the supermarket, for the trick or treaters tomorrow. I was going to buy chocolate eyeballs also, but I decided that no one needs a chocolate eyeball.

My computer is being very truculent this evening, just posted a reply about down to a sunless sea and getting my research into 7th best things in Bexhill and its vanished!

Weird things happen on this thread!

It's the black hole that swallowed all the chocolate eyeballs...

. Its the ghost of Coleridge. He's rattling the computer. He is within the technology.

That would be strange. Imagine that? Ghosts within the laptop. Not on the screen, but somehow scuttling around in the works.

I see mvp has returned from her travels! Hullo mvp, if you come in 'ere at any point during the night, you will notice that things went a bit bonkers around here these last two weeks. .

If you want a one sentence explanation, erm....

There was a dentist, some mystical diagrams, a lit up dragonfly, a time travelling shaman from Delaware, quite a lot of other things, and a fella, known to us all, playing Black Sabbath tracks on an organ.

In Bexhill. Well, I thought it was Bexhill, but it seems they all moved to Lewes. The ticket says so. Can I deal with this?

Looking forward to your poetic descriptions of France, mvp! How did the decorating go? Have you decided what your Najopomo theme is going to be?

I'll be checking out for Cornwall in the next day or so, ah peace for you all, but I will return, with limpet photos and a packet of peanuts.

Oh no! Those chocolate eyeballs. They see all. Even in a black hole.

My apologies again, where did Lewes come from? Must've read it trolling through lists of coffee shops, dentists and diy stores down there!

Enjoy your nuts x

It only adds to the mystery.