Thursday, November 27, 2014

Me and My Goose

It seems that every holiday has a patron saint, usually a singer.  Christmas was Bing Crosby, New Years was Guy Lombardo.  Halloween was Frank Zappa.  I'm not sure how it was here on the West Coast, but on the East Coast Thanksgiving belonged to Arlo Guthrie since 1967.  It was like how TBS now runs marathons of the Jean Shepherd tale, "The Christmas Story"; the radio stations would always include several airings of Arlo Guthrie's 23 minute, Alice's Restaurant around Thanksgiving time.  Folks would go out and rent the video and watch it rather than football games during their get-togethers.

Today I am not paying homage to the Alices Restaurant movement as I am sure they are doing so on the East Coast as I write.  Instead I will pay homage via Youtube to another Arlo Guthrie song for those of you who will be dining on some sort of bird today.

Please click this link Me and My Goose

Me and my goose
Me and my pal
We had some very good times
Me and my goose his name was Al
And he cost only a dime
Over meadows we'd stray
Playing all day
I missed him at night until dawn
Then one day I found he wasn't around
I wondered where Al could have gone
I looked everywhere he just wasn't there
Where could a goose be all day
I miss my pal
I miss my Al
It's sad that things turned out this way
Then mom brought him
I remeber her grin
Stuffed with his feet pointed straight
I'll never forget the night that we ate
Al off of the old yellow plate

6 Comments:

Blogger Auntie said...

I ALWAYS listen to Alice's Restaurant on this day. But the Goose named Al is pretty good too (and MUCH shorter)

Have a great day. Thankful to still call you friend (don't puke because that sounded like sappy sentiment)

Auntie

8:53 AM  
Anonymous gearhead said...

You need to operate your crystal radio set more often, Guy!
Karen Carpenter became the new Christmas singer 35 years ago.
:-Q

9:57 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Auntie, friends we shall always be...

Gearhead, Oddly I have a crystal radio here somewhere. And Karen Carpenter died because she didn't eat her TG dinner. Sorry, but no one person has taken the crown from Bing.

10:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Guy, are you going to have any honey this year? or are you ignoring my email because you already sold it all? Hope all is ok with you.

jb

10:23 AM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

JB, I haven't recieved any emails from you. Try sending one to brbpress@gmail.

As for the honey, I'll know later today how much I have. I still haven't processed it, but I'll say it has been the worst year ever for production.

4:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

In 1969 I church youth group went to Portland to see Alice's Restaurant. We stayed over night at a big church, camping as it were with sleeping bags on the floor. There I met and fell for a girl a new girl to the group a year younger than me. She was 13. Some years ears later we got married and had a beautiful daughter who grew to become a very talented singer, songwriter, guitarist and performer. Though her mother and I separated we still occasionally all get together on Thanksgiving, play music, watch Alice's Restaurant, rejoice, give thanks and imbibe too much.

7:19 PM  

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