Willie, I love ya.
What can I say. You’ve brought me more joy than most thing in life.
So here I am, listening to a video on my own blog, and the next song up after one on the play list leads to a song that then leads to:
And I’m just a jiggling mass of giggles in my chair trying not to spill my “Friday Night” bottle of beer all over myself…
(For the terminally curious, I’m very fond of Pilsner Urquell and Steinlager. Though I’m not picky… or proud… I’ve even been known to drink Budweiser and Miller when desperate… and it’s been, oh, I don’t know, 20 or 30 years since I’ve smoked any weed. Back when a baggy of Mexican was called a “Dime Bag” because it cost $10 and before the days of designer dope.)
So I’m sitting here sucking on a Steinlager and ‘click through’ a couple of songs on the play list and I’m face to face with some folks singing about Willie and him in the background just being him… and me just being me… and I have another of those moments. 100% connected with a guy I’ve never met and likely never will meet.
For those unfamiliar with the Whiskey River reference, here you go, some early Willie. WARNING: You will see some of “conservative country Red Neck culture” that some may not be prepared to accept as it will violate their bigotries:
And note that whiskey is properly spelt ;-)
I did some very early work in bioDiesel (say, about 1980, before it was trendy) and Willy has a gig going with bioDiesel. I grew up “a little bit country” (but also a little bit British… welcome to America…) and Willy is a whole lot country (and a little bit just his self..) and somehow out of all of it: I’d do anything for him.
I have no clue why.
I could spend hours talking about the genetics of kin relationships and altruism as a genetic trait. I could spend more hours spouting about cultural affinity and a whole load of other crap.
At the end of the day, I think it just comes down to this:
Willy is a genuine honest and honorable man. He does good things for folks. I plant my flag with him. I’ll raise my sword for him if he asks.
No, I can’t explain it.
No, I also can’t change it.
No, I don’t think I’d want to.
I suspect it is part of The Celtic Thread (c) that binds the heart of America. (Some Day I’m going to write a book by that title that explores the idea…) The bottom line is that some folks just deserve loyalty. Willy is one of them.
With that in mind, here are a few more moments of Willy.
(Oh, this clip sometimes starts with a commercial, so just turn the sound off for a minute if it does…)
(P.S. Willy: get some guy to follow the bus about a 1/2 mile back with the stash. You just know that the cops in Podunk Wherever would like to have some local news coverage, so, you know, like, have some guy in a VW Microbus about a half mile back just follow you around, OK? BTW, I used to own a VW Microbus, years ago, and don’t mind driving a lot… 8-o
FWIW, every time I head out somewhere in my car, this song, in this style, runs through my mind:
except when I’m not gong by car, then this runs through the old noggin:
A brief political note: Far too many of our politicians have no clue about this part of America. If you do not understand this “heartland” ethic of America, you can never predict nor lead it. I grew up in it, so to me it’s just natural; though I also grew up apart from it (that British Mom thing..) so I don’t quite “fit in” with it. But the simple fact is that when you get a bit outside of the towns, this IS America. For a lot of folks inside the cities, it is still part of who they are. And no, it’s not going to change any time soon…
Then there is the “soft side” of Willie…
The “Chemistry” in this one is interesting:
And in the end, what have we got?