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Monday, 2003 April 21 : Volume 6, Number 8

What We Got Here


A Note From Ed.

Thank you to everyone who has offered their support in this, my temporary retirement. My situation isn't looking too bad: I've got a few promising leads for contract jobs which, although temporary, might lead to situations which are more permanent. Or I might just start that web site maintenance company that I've been thinking about, and work from home. But to tell the truth, the cats are beginning to really wonder why I'm spending so much time in the house.

— Ed.


Meanwhile, Back At The Critter Ranch

Movie Music

The C.W. McCall-related facts: the original "Convoy" was the Number One song on the Billboard Country Singles chart for six weeks, from 1975 December 20 to 1976 January 31; and it was the Number One song on the Billboard Hot 100 Pop chart on 1976 January 10.

Mondegreen Of The Week

We swear that this will not be a regular feature, but here it comes again, anyway.

Ellen Geertsema writes:

I think the chorus line, in the lyrics for "Sloan", "And he opened the door for old Sloan", should read "As he opened the door for old Sloan". Just my 2 cents…

Yes, Ellen is correct. "And" should be "As". The lyrics will now read

His tail was a-waggin', his tongue was a-draggin'
As he opened the door for old Sloan
Old Sloan…

For the record, Ellen's opinion in the "Gallopin' Goose" debate is for "acquired" instead of "declared". She is also threatening to compile a list of all of the discrepancies in the C.W. McCall song lyrics as posted.

New Critters On The Block

Ellen Geertsema of Zeist, The Netherlands.

The Sopranos

David Frederick asks

One question that's bugged me for years: who are the background singers for the chorus to "Convoy"? They sound like females or males with high voices.

Fortunately, the album notes for Black Bear Road contain the answer. Billed as "The Puffys", the background vocals for most of C.W.'s songs were done by Sarah Westphalen and Carol Rogers. On the final chorus of "Convoy", they were joined by the "Convoy Chorus" of Dick Solowicz, Milt Bailey, Dick Ronelle and Tom Sinclair, who did a little of the singing and all of the whoops and hollers.


Old Home Café: The Next Generation

Episode XV

Slowly, around the curve at the south end of Main Street and heading north, came twenty-three motorcycles, all emblazoned with a "Harley-Davidson" logo somewhere on them. Not a rice-picker to be seen. Straight pipes a-growlin', they parked along the curb outside the Old Home Café.

Despite the anarchical appearance of this bunch, someone seemed to be in charge. All of the bikers remained by their rides as one of them, a dead ringer for actor John Goodman, strode over to the 1st Street door of the Old Home Café and entered. "Who's the boss here?" he asked, of no one in particular.

Jon, who had been watching their arrival, raised his hand. "I am."

"Well, Boss," said the biker, smiling broadly, "my boys and girls would like some burgers and beer. Can you handle the order?"

"No problem with the burgers," said Jon, "but we don't have a liquor license yet. I can't sell beer to you." The biker's smile turned to a frown. Jon considered his options. Then Jon decided "But there's no law that says that I can't give it away."

The biker's smile returned, and he held out his hand. "Name's Mike Solovic. Call me Solo."

Jon shook Mike's hand. "Mine's Jon."

"Nice to meet you, Jon. Now start fryin', 'cause we're hungry. By the way, where's the little girls' room?"

Jon pointed to the corner door by the pay phone. "Right down that hall."

"Thanks," said Mike. As he walked towards the hall, he looked out of the Main Street window and beckoned the remaining bikers to enter. Thirty-six leather-clad and hungry bikers poured into the Café.

Jon shouted back to Larry, "Get ready to burn a few!", then turned his attention to the crowd. He noted the logo that most of them displayed on the back of their jackets: "Sioux City Ramblers." Well, Ramblers, welcome to Pisgah.


Song A’ Th’ Week

I've Trucked All Over This Land
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
From the album Wolf Creek Pass

[Clap your hands and stomp your feet.]

Well, I've walked the line on 89
In the Arizona sun
I've chased the moon and I've caught a star
On U.S. one-oh-one
I've seen the sights from the Northern Lights
To the bend in the Rio Grande
I've took in a lot of this U.S.A.
'Cause I've trucked all over this land

[Start the banjo pickin'.]

Well, I've changed a tire by the light of a fire
On the rock-bound coast of Maine
I've shoveled snow up in Idaho
Been stuck on the Kansas plains
I've been to the end of the world and back
With a wheel and a stick in my hands
I've passed the test and I've done my best
I've trucked all over this land

[Chorus]
I've trucked all over this land
From Maine to the Rio Grande
I've paid the price of a truckin' life
But I've trucked all over this land

[Lots of banjo pickin' here.]

I've heard the wail of a gallopin' gale
On the road to the Florida Keys

I've felt the roar of a thunderstorm
On the Oklahoma seas
I've set my sail on the Oregon Trail
I've camped in a redwood stand
I've loved the best and I've hated the rest
But I've trucked all over this land

[Chorus]
I've trucked all over this land
From Maine to the Rio Grande
I've paid the price of a truckin' life
But I've trucked all over this land

[More banjo pickin' here.]

I've said a prayer as I climbed the stairs
On the Rocky Mountain side
I've learned the words and I've sung my song
And I've travelled far and wide
I've fought the fight and I've done all right
For the likes of a wanderin' man
I've paid the price of a truckin' life
But I've trucked all over this land

[Chorus]
Well, I've trucked all over this land
From Maine to the Rio Grande
I've paid the price of a truckin' life
But I've trucked all over this land
Yeah I've trucked all over this land
From Maine to the Rio Grande
I've paid the price of a truckin' life
But I've trucked all over this land


The Legend-News is published fortnightly — unless the fortnight is the fifth Monday, in which case it's published fortnightly-and-a-half — by TechRen Enterprises, an utterly insignificant figment of a diseased imagination. Contents Copyright 2003 TechRen Enterprises, except for anything that we borrowed from someone else. Thanks to Bill Fries and Chip Davis for the words and music. "I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style."