Brucellosis is a problem with cattle because calves drink unpasteurized milk.
I just got my first ever check for growing milo (sotghum), so at least red America is helping on that front.
Possibly incorrectly taking the OP as serious: no? (a) Is there some reason to see Warren Zevon as having any insight here vs your average urban artiste, and (b) the lyrics just read like standard disdain/condescension. In some ways that disdain is probably warranted, but it doesn't make it insightful.
I'm going to red America tomorrow. Waco via Gainesville, FL, and Dallas.
Total contempt carries its own force of authenticity for sure.
I read the lyrics heebie shared, and something about "Feliz Navidad" primed me to see the word "outro" as Portuguese ("huh... alternate version?"). Honestly, "red America" is a genuinely foreign country to me. I've always lived on the borders of it, and my own culture is very closely related, but I don't understand it at all and probably never will. So I have no idea how to distill the essence and also no desire to drink it.
Not exactly sure of the assignment,, but I'll offer James McMurty singing about the North Texas Southern Oklahoma Crystal Methamphetamines Industry: Choctaw Bingo.
Lyrics here.
Posted here before, references the Kum & Go on the Will Rogers Turnpike in Oklahoma. (Kum & Go being rebranded as Maverik after being bought last year.)
Those assholes. I didn't know that.
I enjoyed Zevon's song more, as a sort of R-rated Weird Al song. I have almost encyclopedic knowledge of Weird Al songs, so take this for what it's worth. "Merry Christmas from the Family" sounded only a tiny bit less gross in terms of content while being a lot more kitschy, and the actual twangy sound of it was a lot more grating, in my opinion.
Just talking about personal enjoyment there, though. I don't know if I'd call either of them charming or insightful.
"R-rated Weird Al" is a more accurate description of Warren Zevon than it should be.
I never met a gas station I didn't masturbate at.
4: if real.america means where trump voters reside i'm heading there too, off to beverly hills.
It's probably the same. I've never been to Florida as an adult.
5: No, probably just missing something. I know nothing of WZ.
I'm going to red America tomorrow. Waco via Gainesville, FL, and Dallas.
You could visit with so much of my family. Fortunately all of whom are extremely blue.
for more witty LA Jews* with songs on topic, there is several to choose from Randy Newman's Good Old Boys album.
*Zevon actually half-Jewish; just learned his father was a bookie associated with Mickey Cohen.
17: From this profile -- https://www.theringer.com/music/2018/9/7/17830460/warren-zevon-career-music-albums
(That article is really good at capturing what is appealing about WZ as a musician and concerning as a person.)
Born in Chicago on January 24, 1947, Zevon's mother, Beverly, came from a nice Mormon family and his father, Willie "Stumpy" Zevon, was a hard-bitten Jewish immigrant from Russia who found work as a bookie connected with notorious L.A. gangster Mickey Cohen. His parents split up and made up endlessly during Warren's childhood, ping-ponging the precocious boy between different households after they relocated to California.
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead recounts the most famous childhood story in Zevon lore: At age 9, Stumpy suddenly reappeared and gifted young Warren with a piano that he won in a poker game. Warren beamed, though his mother immediately ordered the piano out of the house. A fight ensued. Warren then watched his father pick up a knife and hurl it at his mother's head. Fortunately, his aim was slightly off. And Warren got to keep the piano.
Zevon was a bit of a child prodigy -- he later claimed that he had the highest ever IQ recorded in Fresno. (Now there's a good Warren Zevon song title.) At 13, he impressed his junior high music teacher enough to warrant an invite to a recording session for the great Russian composer Igor Stravinsky, who subsequently hosted Warren at his home several times. Once, he even let Warren sip some of his scotch.
I've never been to Florida as an adult.
We may have similar used car histories, but we have extremely different histories on trips to Florida as an adult.
I found the gentle wisdom of the lyrics in this song from Red America both pleasant and conducive to a deeper understanding of the brotherhood between all people.
Lyrics kick in at 0:39.
https://youtu.be/zH4rkf9D6XM?si=ZlOXIRSM9valopgc
20: It's very small, but there are still parts with the original pebbled walls that I remember from childhood. You used to have to exit the planes onto the tarmac and walk into the terminals, which I thought was very special in childhood, but now you'll take a normal jet bridge connector. It has a nice atrium area in the middle. Does that help?
If memory serves, it's a Pepsi airport instead of a Coke airport, which is of course a major bummer when it's Diet Coke Time, or when you want to stay prepared for Diet Coke Time.
My uncle saw a guy get hit by lightning while on the tarmac, so I'm glad to hear about the jetways.
I think so. He's lived there like 50 years.
Sometimes he drives to Jacksonville to fly.
Not just the remaining ones, of course.
I was going to say Gainesville Airport is small enough to not require tips for its use, but pebbled walls and Pepsi are good tips! We also usually drive to JAX or TPA or MCO, but it's very nice when one of GNV's few routes makes sense.
I don't think Mossy's contribution is too nasty, but the Statler brothers were gentler with Class of '57. Lyrics are easily understood, but here's a link.
i was wrong when i thought that my allergies couldn't be worse in la than in sf. there will definitely be no mascara for the event tonight.
It takes quite a special soul to take a product labeled "bile" and complain that it isn't charming.
I don't really drink soda these days.