Wailing Waylon

It was in mid-seventies I suppose when I first discovered Waylon Jennings — or he discovered me. Whatever way I stumbled on his music.

Well, I may be off and way out here but to me it gave me the impression of pure and clean and always reminds me of a white Christmas. It had a sort of a righteous dignity about it, to me, that I don’t know where it comes from.

Could be my faulty perception but that stuck with me whenever I hear him grinding away.

So I ran out and bought one of his records one time. Then someone said to me why did you want to buy that? I said listen to it. End of duscussion. Wailing Waylon I called him.

12 comments on “Wailing Waylon

  1. the unit says:

    🙂

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  2. the unit says:

    Can’t imagine why. Just copy and paste URL? Sorry again…I just go away.

    Like

  3. the unit says:

    Well, what shows up now is even different. It’s good though. Can’t imagine how copy and paste is doing this. What I was posting was a memorial to Waylon. This one is good too. But still different than the one I picked out. ??? Oh well… 🙂

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  4. the unit says:

    Hooray, see you ventured there. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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