Monthly Archives: March 2006

Some Kind of All American

When this life of mine is over, if it’s been of any worth Royal Oak can lay a claim as the place of my birth, and where my ash is scattered they may choose to put a plaque; the rest … Continue reading

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Confucious

The words that rend my soul’s speech are my own; they are not borrowed from another’s lines. From someone else’s field, of their seeds sown, come not the fruits due me at harvest time. To posit otherwise is to admit … Continue reading

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A Song Worth Singing

“People only want to hear the few songs that they know.” That’s what some will tell you drives live bands and radio: the lowest common factor in the drunkest, toughest crowd who only care to listen if it’s familiar and … Continue reading

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Something I Can Feel

This bar’s got a jukebox; for a quarter, you can hear the latest big-time songs; there’s no need to book live entertainment if all you want is just to sing along. Yes, I’ll take requests, but not too many; don’t … Continue reading

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Come Out to the Cherokee

Sometimes, it’s the craziest little line that starts off a whole chain of thinkin’. This one, of course, is not based in reality whatsoever; but it does beg the question … when IS that Jeff Rachall website going to be … Continue reading

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If You Want Love

My father was an upright man who never went to church; but he gave his word and that was that, he’d help you from a lurch. He hated all self-righteousness and practiced what he’d preach; when I asked him what … Continue reading

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Stretched at the Seams

I’m living in a small, rural town again. It may have a university campus smack dab in the middle of it, but face it: Natchitoches, Lousiana is not a center of urban sprawl. I’ve lived in small rural towns before. … Continue reading

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