Was readin' Lewis again...
Just finished "I Haven't Understood Anything Since 1962" and "Elvis Is Dead And I Don't Feel Too Good Myself". "Don't Bend Over in the Garden Granny, You Know Them Taters Have Eyes" is also open to somewhere in the middle.
I miss Lewis. He died March 21, 1994 at the age of 47 from a bad heart. He never woke up from his fourth valve replacement surgery. After his third surgery, he wrote "I Took a Lickin' and Kept On Tickin'". As you can see, he had a way with titles...The title that makes me laught the most is "Shoot Low Boys, They're Riding Shetland Poines"....
The man was a nut.
With people like him and Sam Kinnison, who was also so rudely ripped outta life, I miss them to the point where, every so often, I wish there was something new by them out. Like an archive of material that hasn't been published or recorded yet. Like someone was cleaning out Sam's or Lew's or Stevie Ray's closet and found a box....a box of unreleased material. And, they'd release it.
And, I'd buy it all. Then, proabably, want more. Poor Lewis was so confounded by shit in the 80's and early 90's. As much as I miss him, I'm also glad he wasn't here to see some of the shit that goes on these days. Ozzy Osbourne gave him the vapors...imagine what politicians and other terrorists would do to him.
I'd like to hear his thoughts on Ozzy's TV show, myself. If he'd come out from under his couch long enough to write about it after seeing it, that is. I can't listen to him sing "Grandma Willie's Yard" without blubbering. I even taped the episode of Designing Women he was on. He played Julia and Suzanne's brother who had been in a nut hut and had been released and wanted to be a stand-up, but was scared to tell them. He was adorable and funny. He loved the old ways and his South. He makes me want to find and keep a copy of an old Cokesbury hymnal. Makes me want to move to Moreland, Georgia too. I've already done the 'own Labs and name them Catfish and Cornbread' thing. I'd do that one again. Next Lab I find myself with is already named Catfish. I wish I could have met him. I'd love to have shaken his hand or even given him a hug and said "Thanks". For making me laugh, cry, think and learn. And, I'd have made him 'from scratch' biscuits, too. (Tell God I said "Hi", Lewis and rest assured, you are not forgotten....)
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