Postcard Helicopters

Still not finished fixing the computer…

Oh, wait… Sorry, that’s just me on autopilot, because this week I’m happy to report that I finally have the desktop computer back to original factory condition. What’s next will be to reinstall my peripherials and then rebuild the software environment. No ETA on that, but I don’t expect it to take as long. Who knows, I may get adventurous and figure out how to set up the computer so it doesn’t become such a complex mess to repair the OS in the future.

As far as specific 50/90 progress, I had another accidental song this week. Except in this case, it was lyrics instead of music.

I was hanging out on the forum and had the following exchange with Joel on the post titled, Texas Rednecks?

Joel D Canfield: My first vacation in Texas to visit in-laws, I ate chicken fried steak at least once a day, sometimes twice. Can’t get boots to fit my robust calves anymore, though, and I miss ‘em.

Postcard Helicopters: I suppose spandex cowboy boots are out of the question, Joel?

Joel D Canfield: @Postcard: I hope to high heaven that’s the last time I see the words ’spandex’ and ‘cowboy’ in the same sentence.

Postcard Helicopters: @ Joel – knowing me, it probably isn’t. …Sorry…

And that’s about all it took to get those two words lodged in my brain. Within a couple hours, the following lyrics had wormed their way out from some secret hidey-hole.

Imagine The Duke or Jack Palance reciting these lines next to a blazing campfire on a starry night, a lonesome harmonica wafting on the breeze, and maybe the clip-clop of a passing horse.

I’m probably going to Cowboy Hell for this, but I think it might be worth it.

Electric Spandex Cowboy

Electric Spandex Cowboy
It’s what happens
when you add more South
to the West
and Horsepower is counted
on more than one hand

When the setting sun
is only seen
on a 52 inch plasma screen
it’s a guarantee you’ll find
Electric Spandex Cowboy

They used to shoot old, brokedown horses
but in the age of hip replacements
the Long Tooth
may as well be a watering hole
serving Daiquiris and Sprite
with only George Jones on the jukebox

Country, Blue Grass, and Blues
ain’t the same, no more.
with stirrups rusted
and spurs on the bone
where Walkers don’t mean Tennessee
and every getalong’s got a catch

I reckon that’ll be where you’ll find

Electric Spandex Cowboy

Electric Spandex Cowboy

Electric Spandex Cowboy

Hippy-Ki-Yi (:::Snap!:::) Youch!

According to the 50/90 website, there are 54 days left. It’s getting close to the point where it will become a song-a-day project if I’m going to cross the finish line.

I don’t see having much time to work on music until this Tuesday, so a song-a-day may just be how this works out.

Stay tuned!