Old friend

I talked to an old friend today. He's from the south, born and bred. We had a lot of fun long ago canoeing in NC, avoiding rabid dogs in VA, seeing the scenery on the Appalachian Trail in TN. We met when we were 14 and we are still long distance, occasional, but really good friends. I appreciate having the friends that you don't have to talk to for half a year, and they'd be there for you in a second. In homage to my southern friend I'm listening to Old Crow Medicine show, an understandably loveable and raucous old time band. I thought the faces in this picture personify the attitute deeply embedded in their music. Check em out.

Don't Ride that Horse by OCMS

To Winnipeg, Saskatoon
Eutaw, Wawa, empty room
Hidin' bags, rollin' smokes
Skippin' punchlines, crackin' jokes

So pour it on, toss it back
Play that cocaine, play that shack
Sleepin' every now and then
Curled up tight with Crit and Ben on the ground

I ain't never goin' home again
I was tuggin' at my mama's breast
The first year really is the best

His blood pressure's droppin' down
We ditched the pot and we marked the ground
Ante up and watch him ride
Check that dude, he almost died

Seein' bears, ascendin' clown
Shut our whole damn circus down
Crappin' up in Joliet
We haven't wrecked the trailer yet
But we will
We're gonna get killed

Don't ride that horse
Don't ride that horse, honey
Don't ride that horse back home
Just let him roam
Let him roam

There seems to be an odd attraction to all things horse today...They keeping popping up, in person, in print, and now in song.