Dedicated

Dad made a cd of songs about late musicians. I'm posting the songs on the cd to enlighten you.

The format is song title, artist name, and then in parentheses who the song is dedicated to. (This isn't formatted as well as I'd like.)

"Rock And Roll Heaven" The Righteous Brothers (various - rock)
"Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes" George Jones (various - country)
"Six Strings Down" Jimmie Vaughan, Eric Clapton, Bonnie Raitt, Robert Cray, B.B. King, Buddy Guy, Dr. John, Art Neville (various - blues)
"Me and the Wildwood Rose" Carlene Carter (Mother Maybelle Carter)
"Sir Duke" Stevie Wonder (Duke Ellington)
"The Ride" David Allan Coe (Hank Williams)
"Buddy's Song" Bobby Vee (Buddy Holly)
"Three Stars" Eddie Cochran (Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, The Big Bopper)
"The King Is Gone" Ronnie McDowell (Elvis Presley)
"Nightshift" Commodores (Marvin Gaye, Jackie Wilson)
"Tunic (Song For Karen)" Sonic Youth (Karen Carpenter)
"Free Bird [studio]" Lynyrd Skynyrd (Duane Allman)
"Brickyard Road" Johnny Van Zant (Ronnie Van Zant)
"SRV" Angela Strehli (Stevie Ray Vaughan)
"I'll Be Missing You" Puff Daddy (Biggie Smalls)
"Lord, I Wonder" Katie Webster (various - blues)
"I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven" Tex Ritter (various - country)

Some of the singers are no longer with us. Eddie Cochran died very young in a car crash. Ronnie Van Zant was the lead singer for Skynyrd, and then his brother Johnny sang about him. Who's Gonna Fill Their Shoes mentions some people who were alive at the time the song was recorded but are gone now.

Tuesday's Child

Are you familiar with the poem "Monday's Child"?

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath Day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Mom always liked this poem because she was born on Sunday. I was born on Tuesday, which, according to the poem, should mean that I am graceful. I am not.

Friday on my walk into school with a professor from the French department, I fell. I skinned my knee and rolled my ankle. I didn't realize the extent of the injuries until later. My pride was too hurt to notice the physical pain.

My mom said, "It really upsets me that all those years of dance lessons did not have any reflection in your ability to walk without mishap."

Just think how frequently I'd fall if I hadn't taken dance lessons.

Headlines

See, Andy. I'm not the only one injured by plants.

My Baseball Manager Philosophy

I'm no Ray "The Genius" Miller, but here's some of what I'd do if I were the manager of an MLB baseball team:

• If my starting pitcher has a rough start, getting lit up by the opposing team, I'd start him the next game. Why should he dwell on the loss? No need to "rest his arm". Get him right back out there.
  
• If my pitcher wins, he gets the week off.