Carl Perkins

I've always been a fan of Rock-a-Billy music, which means I have to include "The King of Rockabilly", Carl Perkins. However, I didn't know until recently that when he first started it was Carl and his two brothers who performed together. I knew he was a very accomplished songwriter, but from what I understand, he was also very generous supporting causes dealing with young people. The Wikipedia entry will tell you most everything you'd want to know about the man. However, if you'd like to know more, he wrote an autobiography.

 

This one was written by Perkins and was sung by him in the movie Little Faus and Big Halsey. I didn't remember that until reading the Wikipedia article even though I've seen the movie a few times. It has been a while, though.  Not even a hint of Rockabilly in it, especially in the Arlene Harden version here.

I always liked this one. Never as popular as Matchbox or Blue Suede Shoes, but a solid toe-tapper.

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Things pretty quiet on the home front the last couple of days still. I went to the boxing gym Saturday morning - shot the breeze with Jimmy for a bit and then did a light bag workout. I've been missing the boxing workouts. Once it it's in your blood and all that. I renewed my coaching license for the year - might start going back to the boxing club on Saturday mornings and work the bags and hold the mitts every once in a while. That'll be a good supplement to my walkies at the rec center, at least until the weather warms up and I can get out on my bicycle. 

 I made up a list of jobs to do the other evening - it's a long list and I'm sure it's not complete, but I just put down the first things that came to mind. The trials bike is the first thing on the list, mostly because it's almost done and I need to move it in order to work on the mill. 

I think the grandson is going to adopt one of the SR500 Yamahas in the storage space. I've got parts from two bikes, and he picked up parts from another the other day. He should be able to build something real nice from what we have. After all, his dad's a Cracker Jack machinist and his grandfather's a pretty fair welder. I don't know how far his bank account will carry him, but I'd like to see him build a bike and get all the Yamaha parts out of the storage space.