From: z1dan@exnet.iastate.edu (Dan Sorenson)
Subject: Re: White Trash Names
Reply-To: z1dan@exnet.iastate.edu (Dan Sorenson)
Organization: McOlsen's Lutefisk Burgers -- one served.
Date: Fri, 11 Sep 1992 07:30:53 GMT

In article <s+vn0wf@lynx.unm.edu> hillman@carina.unm.edu (Dan Hillman) writes:

>Another good prole name is Earl. 
>Earl is reserved for slow-witted bumbletons who
>wear western-style shirts with cowboys all over 'em when they go to hoist
>a few frosty mugs of Lone Star beer.

	"Me and Earl were haulin' chickens on a flatbed outta Wiggens
	and we..."  My fantasies are destroyed!

	C.W. McCall, also known as "Rubber Duck" from his brief bit of fame
as the author of "Convoy" (a song to quickly forget!), has accomplished two
things in his lifetime that are worthy of some note.

	First, he is the mayor of some podunk Colorado town, which ranks
him with Geoff in terms of status.  While See-Dubya cannot hope to be as
eloquent or interesting as Geoff, in politics status is everything.  Thus,
the mayor of Bumfuck, Iowa who was elected by being able to dial 555-JERK
is on equal par with Mr. Alt.tasteless, and this is a fact I wish to
avoid contemplating any further.

	Second, and far more peeveworthy, is that I recently found out
he is one of the songwriters for Manheim Steamroller, the psuedo-audio
band from Omaha, Nebraska.  They are commonly known as "Fresh Aire" die
to their unoriginal idea of naming their albums "Fresh Aire" and numbering
them in consecutive order.  Anyway, Fresh Aire II is a pretty good album,
and entirely suitable to the work environment.  It even beats the Moody
Blues, mainly because "The Story in Your Eyes" by the latter causes me to
forget my work and practice my air guitar technique for about three minutes
and also because there are no voices, unlike the Moody Blues.

	I have a theory that the lead singer for the Moody Blues has a
voice that is stuck in the key of D-minor, the saddest of all keys.  This
is a man who, when singing "Thunderchild" from the "War of the Worlds"
soundtrack, literally brought tears to my eyes.  This is annoying when
one happens to be driving at 85+mph across a desolates state, but I can
take heart is knowing other sailors will exhibit the same symptoms due
to the subject (Thunderchild is a British Man-O-War killed by Martians).

	Anyway, back to See-Dubya...  At first, I liked listening to him,
since he writes about the areas I grew up in.  You know, Pisgah, Persia,
Harlan, Story County, etc...  Eventually, I came to realize there was
more than AM radio and Old Home bread commercials when it came to music,
and quickly settled on good Rock 'n Roll, to which I have 400 watts of
power available for full appreciation of the more subtle nuances and
also for neighbor annoyance capabilities.  Then, as I grew older, I
began to appreciate the talent of the groups involved, and C.W. was
relegated to the same pile as U2 when it came time for music appreciation.

	Now, though, all is for naught.  The same man who wrote Wolf
Creek Pass is also a contributor to any Fresh Aire album, and I cannot
live with the idea of Joe-Bob from Bumfuck, Iowa, writing anything but
country music and lamenting about his dog Sloan.

	Luckily, C.W. McCall albums also make great targets at the
trap and skeet range, so all is not a total loss.


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