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Listen to the country song first. These are real, straight from email:
This one is from my boss, I mean, seriously:
I always said the only good thing country music was good for was to listen to if you were undecided as to which day to shoot yourself. After listening to your song, any day is a good day. Don't give up your day job
This is from my great friend and ex-blues partner Chuck in Carolina. We got separated when my job moved me away:
peewee, since I was once part of the Blues duo, I felt especially enraged when I read your e-mail but having heard your country debut I feel that you should persue your opportunities considering some of the trash that gets airtime these days!
From Lisa in West Virginia:
Got a tux for the CMT awards???
From Rusty in Florida:
From Moose in Carolina (regarding the question I ask - should I sell out and play country instead of blues?):
Blues! Definitely Blues!
PS - Hope your feelings weren't as hurt by my reply as bad as mine were at listening to the song! LOL!!!
From the blues forum that dared me to to begin with:
lol, that sounded tragic in a funny way. You are going to be huge-you will need a follow up-maybe Uncle Ernie never being the same after he fell into the sheep dip. You are cooking peewee.
More from the forum:
Hey
peewee! I never got the link to work that you posted here (maybe because I'm
using a Mac), but I clicked on the one on your homepage and it worked great!
I like it. I like it a lot. Not bad, for a double dog dare!
From My Wife Sue Unit:
"Honey, I married you for better or worse, its true, but please oh please stick to the Blues."
From Jeff in Georgia:
That's great. Heck, I like the song. ...Maybe you need to write 6-8 more and do a CD.
P.S. You need a second verse. You forgot the parts about the wife leaving you and crying in your beer...
****Which is what she would do and I would do if I ever DID do another country song*****
From Killer in Carolina:
GOOD, ENTERTAINING, ECT.ECT.......BUT KEEP THE DAY JOB FOR NOW!
From Greg in Tennessee:
From Mary Lou in Pennsylvania:
IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SONG I
HEARD SINCE "PUT ANOTHER LOG ON THE FIRE; COOK ME UP SOME BACON AND SOME BEANS",
ETC. ETC., ETC., ETC.
From Jim in Kansas, and
this got me thinking the end of this project may be near:
I wouldn't normally find this funny
enough to send but... I
think your Country music debut may well have put you in a
place to enjoy this one... :)
A FART...
A fart, it is a pleasant thing,
It gives the belly ease,
It warms the bed in winter,
And suffocates the fleas.
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud,
Some leave a powerful,
Poisonous cloud
A fart can be short,
Or a fart can be long,
Some farts have been known
To sound like a song......
A fart can create
A most curious medley,
A fart can be harmless,
Or silent , and deadly.
A fart might not smell,
While others are vile,
A fart may pass quickly,
Or linger a while......
A fart can occur
In a number of places,
And leave everyone there,
With strange looks on their faces.
From wide-open prairie,
To small elevators,
A fart will find all of
Us sooner or later.
But that farts are all bad,
Is simply not true
We must never forget.......
Nice old farts like you!
Kinda brings a tear to your eye - doesn't it?
The following is an email volley, and this completely closes the case:
From me to my great friend Rusty in Florida:
It was a whole lotta fun. It made
me fire up the recording studio for the first time in maybe a year or more. I
really don't know how long it's been.
The goal (on a dare, of course) was to write and record the worst county song
ever. And why make the agony so long? Heck I couldn't stand more than 45
seconds of it myself.
From the feedback I got, the attached file comes from Lisa in West Virginia.
She's a major contributor to the Weeville site. The most-best warped sense of
humor ever. So, she first shoots back that she and her people could write the
lyrics to the worst country song ever and then I could play it. Okay, go
ahead. More fun.
Then she sends this. Just that quick, I was deflated and totally defeated. No
point in trying. This is some dude out of Toronto, according to Lisa.
Why try to beat this? You can't. This is the big IT, for where I was trying to
go.
From Rusty back to me:
NOW, hear the best bad country song ever:
Big Ass Garage Sale from Fred Eaglesmith