[Scoutmaster]

I never heard of any of this, and I’m not feeling that’s much of a loss right now.

The early works - early to mid-1980s - was quite witty.

Imagine a very, very tall and big, bearded Texan with a bass voice, and a tiny Cajun. Both were accomplished serious songwriters in their own right - Sandy Pinkard had written more than one #1 country song.

To blow off steam, they got together and wrote and performed song parodies (eventually, like small boys, they got vulgar. Over the period of six or seven years of live shows, they got obscene.

In their prime, they invoked a groan, a smile, and a guilty laugh.

Imagine the raw chords of Clapton's version of "Cocaine," and suddenly you hear RIchard Bowden start to sing:

"When you're down on the farm,
And you want to keep warm
Propane."

Or when they show you, to your amazement, that you can sing the lyrics to Green Acres to Hendrix's Purple Haze.

Or the band start playing a familiar tune ("Help Me Make It Through The NIght") and Richard sings, sweetly:

"Take the rosebush from my head.
Shake loose all the little thorns.
What's the sprinkler doing on
So dang early in the morn?
Crawling home at 5 a.m.
Lord this sidewalk sure is hard.
Guess I drank too much again.
Help me make it through the yard.

Kind of makes you verklempt, doesn't it?

[Scoutmaster]

"Early works . . . was [sic] quite witty."

You can dress me up; you just can't take me out.

[Monkey Face]

LOL!

I LOVE that stuff! Thanks!

[Tax-chick]

Ah, filksongs. Like that country humorist whose name I can’t remember because I need to eat.

[Silentgypsy]

G’night and sweet dreams, y’all!