O/T The Music Thread

I met Richie Furay through a business associate. He runs a church in Broomfield, CO.

Was he cool? 

That story sounded familiar to me too Ren, so I did some research. In an interview several years before his death, Bobby Vee mentioned that in 1959, after his band had had replaced Buddy Holly for a few gigs on the ill-fated Winter Dance Party tour, they began looking for other engagements, but needed a pianist. Bobby's brother Bill said he overhead some guy in a local record shop claiming that he had just finished touring as pianist with Conway Twitty and was looking for more work. Even though it turned out that this guy, later known as Bob Dylan, had done no such thing, he did a trial in which he played "Whole Lotta Shakin Going On" and he was hired.

He used the stage name Elston Gunnn (three n's) but only lasted for a few jobs. You're right, he could only play in the key of C, which understandably hampered the band, and they soon went their separate ways.

During a concert in the early 2000s, Dylan called Vee, who was in the audience, up on stage and they performed a few songs together. Dylan said afterwards that of all the major artists he had worked with, he never had a better time than singing with Bobby Vee.

Seemed like a decent guy. An associate I’d done some work with, who was a member of the church, had to deliver some literature, asked me if I wanted to tag along. Wasn’t much interaction…general pleasantries, some small talk and think I mentioned Randy Meisner, who I had previously met in Scottsbluff, NE at a fastpitch tourney I used to play in.

Neil doesn't do a lot of covers but this is one of this best.   

I like the part in Alburquerque when Neil mentions finding  place where he can get some fried eggs and country ham.  It always makes me think of my grandma cooking me up some breakfast when I as a kid.   Now I'm hungry.  

Hah!  Before I moved to California, I had never heard Nah-vah-dah as Nev-AD-ah.  Everyone in my immediate family - except me - pronounces insurance with the accent on the first syllable. Every now and then I would intentionally do so to tease Sarah.  Such things were like fingers on a chalk board.  You could really ruffle her feathers with Illinois by saying Ill-ah-noise instead of ill-ah-noy!  There are several words that I pronounce differently from my family and especially the way in which my father pronounced words.  Of course, I was born with television and my older siblings and father were not.   My father said rum for room, brum for broom, and rough for roof.  There was also Cincinnatta for Cincinnati, Missourah for Missouri, and by-yuh for bayou.  Regional differences were so much more pronounced - pun intended - prior to television becoming the hearth of the home.