May 28th, 2008
One of the joys of playing for a mature audience like yourselves is knowing that most of you remember when these songs were Top 40 hits around the wagon train campfires when you first came out here to the Wild Wild West. I had a disc jockey for the KSER radio station ask me recently: did we write these songs?
Considerin they were written a hundred or two hundred years ago, it worried me. How old do we LOOK??
I guess it just proves my parents’ point: Rock and Roll rots the brain. At least of the disc jockeys who play it day in and day out. Well, here’s an old standard for you younguns out there raised on Chuck Berry and Elvis Presley and no, we didn’t write it…..
May 28th, 2008
Hi everybody, we’re the South End String Band and we’re pretty pleased to be playing for you all on your 100th anniversary. We almost didn’t play for you tonight. Some of the younger band members thought maybe they’d wait til the 2nd hundred. By then, they figured, they’d get new pickin fingers, hi-tech hearin aids, plenty of transplanted organs, practically start over, they hoped. Have built-in instruments, programmed for maximum velocity.
The NEXT hundred years will no doubt be very different from the first hundred. Altho we did have Kitty Hawk and the first flight, and we put a man on the moon. We invented computers and cellphones and spam. And most amazing of all, we made the 2 Stanwoods into one tow. Well, sort of. Okay, truth is, now we got 3. In the next hundred years, maybe we’ll get that merger done…..
I guess I’m old fashioned. Or just old and tired. I wouldn’t want to be around another 100 years. Oh I know, I’m gonna miss some amazing stuff. TV’s planted in my head. Stereo systems in all 4 ears. Cellphone stuck in there too. My head would look like a Mars rover robot. And who knows who’d be surfin with the remote.
No, I’m stickin with the low tech cowboy hat and the 40 watt IQ, thank you anyway. This next song, we’re gonna sing about how things used to be on the South End before things got so all fired complicated. ROLL IN MY SWEET BABY’S ARMS
