...as re-interpreted in a roots/country/bluegrass style, in it's entirety, track for track by Canada's (Kingston, Ontario) own Luther Wright and the Wrongs:
It's not Nashville picking, but for Kingston Ontario? Nice.
Back in my under 21 days, I had one of the most bizarre New Year's Eve roadies ever in Kingston Ontario. Some of it is still blurry, but the highlights included...
Imbibing mass quantities of liquor at the clubs downtown
Being unable to find a cab back to the hotel when the bars closed at the ungodly early hour of 1:00 AM
Stumbling through a dining establishment on our way back to the hotel and lifting a place setting after we realized they were closed. I think the idea was to have dinner back at the hotel room or something.
Going Kieth Moon on my hotel room
Getting into a drunken brawl with some folks who were not amused by our game of pitching empties into the empty hotel pool at 2:00AM and yelling BULLSEYE!! when the bottles hit
Leaving the hotel a little after that with my best friend and 30 dollars to get back stateside
Walking around some park by the harbor area trying to sober up and watching some dolts who were even more wasted and stupid than we were get busted for climbing on a statue
And lastly, climbing into my Delta 88 at 5:00AM, driving back to Syracuse on no sleep and almost tagging a deer 1/4 mile before arriving at our destination.
I thank each and every resident of Kingston for tolerating our ugly American asses that night. And no, I haven't been back since.
"Once upon a time, dinosaurs didn't have families. They lived in the woods and ate their children. It was a golden age."
—Earl Sinclair
"I do have respect for authority even though I throw jelly dicks at them.