Everybody Has To Be Someplace…
Never let it be said that nothing exciting happens here in Little Hog Wallow, NC. Last night, my son Davio had drinks with a celebrity who was in town.
And I don’t mean Ina Mae Bynum who’s won first prize five years in a row at the county fair for her paintings of Jesus on black velvet. First of all, she wouldn’t be caught dead in a bar and second of all, everybody knows that Sister Bynum faithfully attends the Women’s Prayer-and-Share on Wednesday nights and third of all, she wouldn’t be seen with my son unless it was in her church and he was responding to one of Pastor Ficus’s rousing altar calls.
No, Davio was raising a pint or two with none other than Randy Jones, the original cowboy of the Village People. You remember them, don’t you? The group who dressed up as construction workers and Indian chiefs and police officers, etc. and sang “YMCA” and “Macho Man” and other hits of the disco era? So happens that Jones has family hereabouts and comes back a couple times a year to visit. He’s also an acquaintance of one of Davio’s friends, which is how my son got to meet him.
Jones has a CD out, “Ticket to the World” and a website. The Village People still perform and you can check out a video of the original version of ”YMCA” here.
Gotta love it.
–phoebe kate
I’ll never forget — Jane had a moonroof in her first car, some old Toyota something. She and Caroline were singing away to “Y-M-C-A”
when they threw their hands up in the air to make the “Y” and
the roof wasn’t open.
Caroline broke her finger.
– you’ve got to be in the …
kisses, yer sister and booking agent for Lamont and Lucious Wilson, the Goat Brothers, featuring Aunt Lemueleen on the bass and G. Gordon Cranston on the pickle jar.