Bookstore Owner's Kid makes Good

One of our favorite used bookstores is owned by Larry McMurtry, out in Texas...it ain't easy to get there from the swamp, but we been there before...between the stacks we found the owner's son, banging on a guitar... Blends right in with the theme of family we been working so hard on lately, plus Choctaws too. If you go, take a friend... The Life of the Mind

Chinchilla Daze Are Hear

“The chinchilla is never dead...hell, it isn’t even chinchilla.”

Requiem for a Nun (1951)

"This is a pretty good chinchilla!"

He Stole Some Love

Listen here as Don Covay makes his confessesion to the voodoo court... .He said "I stole some love; but I didn't know.
Chirren I stole some love, now I got to go... back and steal some more...I stole some love, and I never stole nothin in my life before; "but Lord, it was so good, y'all, the woman is so sweet, he says he jus' can't stay away... His confession was so beautiful, Judge Cupid had mercy on him...


I reckon he didn't want to lose his good thing,,,

It's Howlin' Outside, Inside the Swamp

Howlin' Wolf had a bad day of it in voodoo court recently....some sort of divorce action, (He shoulda hired me, it would have gone better for him.) As it was, the judge put his foot on Howlin's head... you know what I'm talkin' bout, I'm quite sure you do...

Tyrone Davis Knows

Dear VoodooLawyer:

I don't really understand women...
Yours,
Claymore
Dear Clay:
Don't tell nobody, but I get all my advice from the jukebox...let's see what Tyrone Davis has to say about it all...

The Ghosts of Mississippi, The Gods of Africa

“MEET ME IN THE BOTTOM
WHERE THE SOUTHERN CROSS THE DOG.*
WHERE THE GHOSTS OF MISSISSIPPI
MEET THE GODS OF AFRICA.”



"I met a waitress in a coffee shop
She poured coffee in my cup.
Every time she dropped her eyes
I knelt to pick them up.
She had rings on all her fingers
and a tattoo of a train.
I could hear the diesels moanin'
when she filled up my cup again."

*See W.C. Handy Autobiography, or Land Where Blues Began, pg 166.

Listen, hear.

Here in the swamp, we spend a lot of time thinking of those who have gone before, the giants in the earth. Our ancestors worshiped their ancestors, and doted upon their descendants; and why not? Thrill to the words of Honorable A. H. Whitfield, Mississippi Chief Justice, from a hundred years ago:
"He, whose soul listens, catches, deep as the tone of a cathedral bell heard far across the waters, the message of the mighty past... How sacred such an hour! From their celestial seats our immortal ancestry look down upon us, and our latest posterity invoke us, so to live, so achieve, as to leave behind us in the fabric of our laws, liberties and religion, something eternal, principals and influences, which, blessing intervening generations, shall reach, enrich and make happy even their distant age."