Canēs fera

 Tonight's 'concert' at Chief Records was headlined by Billy Don Burns. A skilled singer/songwriter, with well-crafted songs.

I've changed, but you remain ageless

 I've only heard this song performed live twice. Once in the '70s by Fleetwood Mac. And again tonight at Chief Records (that's vinyl to you whippersnappers - they have LPs, 45s, and 78s)  in Stockyards Station, as an acoustic solo by a lovely young lady named Olivia. You should've been there.

 Trivia: This song is a bit of an anomaly. Originally featured on the eponymous Buckingham Nicks album, albeit in a slightly different arrangement, it was penned by Stevie, but Lindsey sings lead vocal. Crystal benefits from Christine McVie's ethereal keyboard flourishes and John's hypnotic bass line on the FM version.

A lullaby...from SBJ

 

Until tonight, my favorite version of this song was by the lovely Linda Ronstadt. It's on Heart Like a Wheel, but for the life of me, I cannot find the spare, haunting version (it had steel guitar, sans orchestra) that's in my head. Back to the present, these three young ladies absolutely do the song justice.

Now this guy does a pretty decent version, as well...

I enjoy reading the comments on Youtube songs. It's amazing how many times I see a comment from a youngster (anyone under 30), saying that my generation lived in the golden age of music. So true.

Déjà Vu

And you don't have to look at David Crosby...

Here's another take, by Foxes & Fossils. A little more like CSN's.

He looks a bit like Graham Nash, no?

I probably should change the title of this post, as I was mistaken, thinking it was from their album with Neil Percival Young the following year.

Rainy Days, Not Mondays

 I'm trying to get some practice in with the new Blogger editing tool (which I do not like).

Well, hot dog!  Just as I was pressing 'publish' (using the embed codes for the videos, which didn't work), I saw 'Revert to Legacy Blogger'.  After looping around, I was able to do the reversion and link the videos with just the URLs, so I'm kinda happy with that.

Trivia note: Since 1997, Ms. Smyth has also been known as Mrs. John McEnroe.

Not quite the edge of 17

 For the whole day, I did not see 17 doves - white winged or otherwise. 

 

 After failing to draw a bead on a bird the whole morning, we went into town for Whataburgers, then came back and got a bit of shooting in on clay pigeons.

 Oldest son pulling clays for another fellow in our party.

I had elected to carry a 20 gauge (on the right)...that my Dad gave me in about '69 or '70. Somehow, the stocks went missing in the '70s (perhaps while we were in Europe), and I replaced them in the mid-'80s. To the best of my recollection, I had not fired this shotgun since then. I dropped several clay pigeons, even though no doves ever came within range.

Over the past year, it's seemed at times that oldest son and I could've written Harry Chapin's Cat's In the Cradle. Although we didn't harvest any feathered bipeds to rub with sage and jalapeño and wrap with bacon (Mmm, bacon!), it was good to spend some time afield together.

(As a side note, I think this is the first post I've made since Blogger changed its editor to a new, sucky format. I am not a fan.)