tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672013373020085991.post2946921414432507695..comments2023-09-13T02:47:23.471-07:00Comments on Cowboys and Bohemians: 'Turf Paradise'Bohemian Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106578522099021236noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672013373020085991.post-1816142375636423522010-03-21T08:07:49.902-07:002010-03-21T08:07:49.902-07:00So glad to hear about your music gig. May you sel...So glad to hear about your music gig. May you sell a few! Your day at the first horse track on opening day is so well written. Anyone who has gone, knows. I remember the horses!kanyonland King 2.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09889895547932287411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-672013373020085991.post-8229268228572492012010-03-20T12:17:47.189-07:002010-03-20T12:17:47.189-07:00I was wondering if you were describing what took p...I was wondering if you were describing what took place when you went to the race track with your Grandpa King as shown in that photo. I know you were upset when Pukkha got claimed. I was, too. The first good race horse in the family gone! I enjoyed your colorful description of horses racing comparing them to humans competing with one another as you are doing in Austin, the country music world of the west. I hope you have a great time playing your music and singing your songs. Somehow I think you will. Writing a song, composing the music, and playing your guitar and singing your song for an audience must rank up there to the top of great creative experiences. That kind of talent was denied me, but I am sure glad you are able to do it, thanks to some music genes inherited from your dad. But he never wrote any songs. I had a good writing day today, getting an event described in my Memoirs that I dreaded doing. It didn't go too badly. Now I am off and running. Looking forward to writing about other great horses I have known, great rides, and cowpunching in the most beautiful cattle country on earth, southern Utah canyonlands. I will expect you to keep up with me, describing your days on Arizona trails, exploring the hiking trails and getting to know a lot of strange Arizona varmints and outlaws and wannabe playwrights and actors. You herded them in a lot of stage corrals and that life was just as thrilling to me, if not more so than the cow punching of my younger days. The ranches had been sold when you came along, so you had to find your own wild west creating great dramas on stage, yours and other people's. Boy, did we have fun! I always wanted you to write songs and play one of those singing cowboys. You would never have to punch cows for a living (a dying out breed as your song says) if you could play the guitar, write songs, and sing 'em. You'd be a Bohemian Cowboy!Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00771917880182186281noreply@blogger.com