DoC a declamation. Greek. The pastors sermon-center in delivery. (Find the lyrics and try it for yourself. What sounds simple, isn’t).
”Tenaha, Timpson, Bobo & Blair . . . . “
I think anyone would enjoy Ritter. One truly gifted voice actor (and college graduate at a time 99% weren’t).
“Rye Whiskey”, damned funny.
But, it’s, “Hillbilly Heaven”, gets my vote as best example of how a storyteller gets the job done. Backing chorus, masterful timing and exactitude. “Well, . . . that’s when I woke up”.
One does need to be an old-timer just to have known those rural Texans who spoke in a similar manner. Radio was rare, and TV non-existent. They had inflections as well as pauses to see if you were paying attention . . you’d better be, as in-attention shifted sands swiftly-flowing. A “story” had quite a few levels. (Don’t miss them. Others will wonder why you can’t stay a’horseback).
Give — as good as you could take — and it could be a different day afterwards. (Don’t be fooled by the ostensible subject matter: silly title isn’t the key to anything but the enticement). Part of the fun of being Texan: Take an old song, and make it swing. As play with what’s implied gets the band in synch. (What consternates those from elsewhere).
Not all of Ritter is on the surface. It’s in the diction. A silence. Flow. Several meanings on offer.
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