So long Kenny. See you a little further down the road.
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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Whuddaya know. Somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even.
Many years ago, at WE Fest, in Detroit Lakes, MN. I had my back to him, as I was security, see? But I overheard a guy ask him, “Do you ever get sick of singing, ‘You got to know when to hold up,’?”
Kenny’s reply: “Man, I am thrilled that anyone wants to hear me sing that enough to pay me.”
every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for
is to die in your sleep
That’s been with me for thousands of dark nights. Thanks, Kenny.
For a long time, I assumed one or both of them wrote Islands in the Stream. Wrong! The Bee Gees wrote it. Cross-pollination at its finest.
Gordon Scott: great story. KR was a true gentleman artist.
Saw kenny in the 80’s
His opening act was the righteous brothers
Wonderful show
Late 80s at the Arena Theater in Houston. KR puts on a great show and as it is coming to a lose he reintroduces as a former rocker and breaks out with a very raw and classic ‘Condition’. About 1/3 of the audience jumped up and ran for the exits! The rest of us laughed our asses off.
Got to see one of his lat shows 2-3 years ago at Michael Berry’s Redneck Country Club. KR had lost some of his edge but the gratitude he expressed to that sell out crowd was exceptional. Still had a sense of humor and did a great job of telling stories of the past 60 years of doing what he enjoyed.
Kenny Rogers Roasters. Great chicken.
We Five.
RIP,Kenny
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xO1CqLpadAM
First Edition,Not We Five. Thank you,Tim. Great song,too.
I’ve been taking too many duhhh pills lately.