Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Kitty Wells & Johnnie Wright

A bunch of us (well, "30") lost power last night when a thunder & lightning storm from hell and highwater came about just as we were finishing preparing corn on the cob from the Williams Farm (the best in the world, good people) and power went and stayed went long enough for us to walk and walk outdoors in the wind and light rain and listen to the river rise and rise all muddy and nice (there's been little rain) that we decided to go to bed. . .so Kitty Wells never got onto the Birdhouse with the other four I had slipped on for Wednesday. She was meant for Wednesday, even though it's 6 o'clock in the morning now and Thursday. Today we'll call the power co and ask, "Why is it every time the power goes out the only ones without power are the same "30"? Maybe there's a problem to solve where those same "30" reside?

Kitty Wells (
Ellen Muriel Deason) was born 92 years ago in Nashville, Tennessee. She passed away a few weeks ago in Tennessee with one of the longest "celebrity marriages" ever, 70 years to Johnnie Wright, who died in 2011. I believe she was also the first woman country singer to have an album all her own. Back in the dark ages when such things never happened. She was the queen of country, everyone said so. One of her popular songs is below and maybe because of the electric storm last night I'm choosing an electric version of it.

It Wasent God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels by Kitty Wells on Grooveshark


Luster said...


Gunsmoke and this Miss Kitty, Knocking on Heaven's Door (with Bruce Langhorne)and the lovely Makin' Believe. Even the whacky memory of Jerry Lewis in Gore Vidal's Visit to a Small Planet. One of our sections of the cultural mosaic. We're getting a nice rain here this morning although the predawn thunder frightened the little ones.

stay close,

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Hi Ho Mike,

One of the slick moments in a modern western film is Kristofferson as Billy the Kid telling the sadist "Deputy Bob" (Armstrong) "to keep the change".

Truthfully, I couldn't do much with Bruce Langhorne's Tambourine Man album — I believe it's all way too genuine, as he is, to catch on record. He's the quiet genius, always was, behind so many others.

A crackerjack of a storm here last night. Knocked the woods upside down and stomped off our power for some hours, then sent rainwater everywhere sideways for good measure. If a window was open, you were doomed. The river remains muddy into today. So we went north and picked blueberries.

all's well, Bob