It's 9AM
My Uncle Dicky only drove a square body Chevy
And I never asked why
My Dad was a Ford man for his Truck
And Papaw liked a GMC
Bought Mamaw a new Buick every few years or so
And kept a Pontiac under a tarp in a lean to next to a barn in his backyard
He liked to tinker with engines, though he seemed to specialize in two stroke mowers and boat motors more than cars
Even though he was a drag man from way back
Strips, not dresses
Part of me wishes I would have paid more attention when he tried to talk about fixing things
I might know better how to make stuff work now
I mean, I get the basics
Got fuel? Got Spark? Got compression?
That’s what gets the go to go.
And probably applies to a lot more in life than motors.
Dad liked rock and roll.
Unc liked country.
And Papaw, he liked old country gold and bluegrass.
Which happens to be one of my favorites.
Even if I say it’s The Cure
Or my favorite band of all time, The Foo Fighters
Or my favorite guy singer to hear, Chris Stapleton
Or any country lady singer from the last three decades, with just a little twang and big hair, Faith Hill.
Still, I am a man of constant sorrow when it comes to the sound of silence.
The lack thereof.
I like my rock with blues,
My blues with beer,
And every alt country sound smooth as whiskey.
Even rap.
If you ain’t heard Ice Cube’s Good Day picked on a banjo, I’ve got a treat for you one day friend.
Sounds so good you’ll see the lights of the good year blimp.
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Quick back story: I moved back from LA and met up with an old bud for some beers. We started talking about what we were doing.
He was in sales for medical equipment, and I was deciding on which type of business to buy.
But we both still harbored Hollywood dreams.
He was an actor in Biloxi Blues who got the bug but never left the South.
And I was a guy who thought all the Producer’s in LA would still know my name even if I wasn’t there.
He had a friend who started building houses in Oxford Mississippi, so he had some cash flow, and together the three of us came up with a concept.
Mitch would produce, Scott would direct, and I would write and run cameras.
Scott and Mitch also wanted to act.
With caveats.
It had to be fast, good and cheap.
You can always get two, but it’s very hard to get three.
Scott and I made a short film together a few years before I moved to Los Angeles, and he took it on a small film circuit to no accolades.
So we had experience.
We figured we could do it.
They tasked me with a fast and cheap script, and I came up with an idea for a horror chase movie.
Bigfoot hunts a quartet of campers in the woods of the Ozarks.
Our pre-production lasted a few weeks, then fell apart when Mitch ran into building problems that required more money and more attention.
Fast good and cheap do not apply to stacking subdivisions with site built homes either.
When the money disappeared, Scott went back on the road to sell drugs legally for drug dealers to push.
And I bought a gym and ran the operations while writing in spare hours.
Of which there were few.
But lucky us, I found the script on a disc, brushed it off and polished it into a novel and am almost done, just for you.
I’ll probably try to come up with a better title on my run today.
But you can grab the BIGFOOT TEE now.
go listen to The Cache Creek Monster –a bigfoot tale
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