Musings

I’ve seen it before on a previous visit to the Wichita-Sedgwick County Historical Museum, but it’s always a thrill to visit with the very first electric guitar!

Back in 2012, the Country Music Hall of Fame opened a fabulous special museum exhibition, The Bakersfield Sound, and hired me to lead a band for a concert featuring many surviving legends.

Sad to wake up to the news of Clem Burke’s passing. What a drummer!

“Man, I need to wear this crazy four-inch-wide Ernest Tubb belt to school tomorrow to let all the cool kids know I was at the show last night!”

Dale was one of my favorite people. Just a supremely nice guy, always had a great positive attitude. And what a life he led! His brain was a library of information.

I bought my house from an old guy who worked at NBC in Burbank for thirty-five years. The old man was a hoarder of great and exotic vintage electronic things.

Southwest was recently purchased by a new corporate overlord, and a few months ago, they announced they would be changing their seat policy, and would start charging for assigned seats.

We got to see the garage where George took the riding lawnmower out to go to the liquor store and the chip in the tile floor where George fired his gun one night after sleeping in the doghouse.

I dug these out of my storage this weekend because they need to go to a proper home. This is a massive collection of prewar music magazines, most from the 1910s through the 1930s, that I got in a hoard ten years ago.

Dana is the daughter of Semie and his first wife, Virgie, and her memories and insights go back to the early days of Mosrite guitars in the 1950s.