Friday Night Vinyl (Part 1)

I had to zip out this evening to pick up some nice Atlantic salmon for tonight’s dinner so I nipped into the Thrift Shop next door to the Sobey’s and, low and behold, there was another nice find, this ‘Coal Miner’s Daughter‘  album by Loretta Lynn.


I’ve been on quite a roll with this Goodwill Hunting quest lately, except that I think I’ve visited all of the local ones around here in the past 3-4 days so these next few posts might be the end of that quest for bit.

Don’t worry, I have a few more to go yet.

Unlike the song, autobiography and film of the same name, this album isn’t a reflection on Lynn’s well-documented upbringing.  Instead, it’s merely a standard, early ’70s collection of originals and covers, all performed with gusto by Lynn.  ‘Coal Miner’s Daughter‘  boasts a stronger, more consistent selection of material than most of her other albums from the period, and contains a number of her classics, like the title song and ‘I’m a Honky Tonk Girl’, plus a handful of lesser-known gems.

It may not be the happiest listen in the world (seriously, what old school Twing Twang is?) but while the girls are still out doing whatever the girls are doing, it’s a nice itch to have scratched this evening nonetheless.

It’s the ideal album for someone who, while enjoying him some old country ballads sung by women in big frilly dresses, isn’t about to run out and buy all the individual albums.  True, it may not be the manliest thing I’ve ever done on a Friday night but, meh, I can roll with it.

Judge me as you see fit.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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