A LITTLE STORY...... - The Firearms Forum

rooter · 07-17-2009, 10:42 AM

Phoenix, and all the little bedroom communities scattered around its perimeter, there are sure a lot of automobile dealerships, car lots, and associated places hawking vehicles...Recently they have that Obama era thing about a certain amount for your gas eating clunker and the loud-voiced hawkers are sure screaming and yelling about their offers. There is this one dealer who began as a KIA dealership that yells and screams the longest, loudest, and most frequent. He does the old sound like,
HHHHEEEEELLLLLOOOOOOO VIETNAN you may have remembered on AFRS when you were in country and repeated in the movie with Robin Williams but of course it's HHHHEEEELLLLOOOO ARIZZOOONNNNAAAA! The other day my old Marine buddy remarked, LOUD MOUTHED BASTARD!!! Later Old Sherm and I remarked about the songs we remembered from country and which ones stirred memories...It was a long and heartfelt discussion, however the one he and I both settled on was Glenn Campbell and the song GALVESTON....yeah, both of us agreed the song was indeed fitting for the old memories...do you remember the words? Chief

If you know singer Glen Campbell’s real relationship with the island, you can’t help but wonder if there isn’t more to the story than that a songwriter named Jimmy Webb wrote these words and tune, and that Glen sang them:
Galveston, oh Galveston. I still hear your sea winds blowin’
I still see her dark eyes glowin’
She was 21 when I left Galveston.
and the last verse
Galveston, oh Galveston. I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she’s crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston..
Glen Campbell was born in rural Arkansas and was one of 12 children. Somehow his dad scraped up enough money to buy him a Sears Roebuck guitar. By the time Glen was 16, he had dropped out of school and had left home for big city lights where he was sure he would be able to play gigs full-time.

That was 1953. And that was when he hitched-hiked his way to the chase lights and neon of Galveston, with the hopes of being able to sign on with one of the big bands or a famous act that was playing there at the Balinese Room, the Studio Lounge or the Pleasure Pier’s Marine Ballroom. A lot of unknown talent took that chance back then. And sometimes it worked. It did for wonderful jazz pianist, Johnny Garcia, whose music and personality Galvestonians still miss.

07-17-2009, 10:42 AM	#1
rooter VMBB Senior Chief Of Staff Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: Marty Robbins old hometown, Glendale Arizona--a suburb of Phoenix. Contributor Posts: 9,271	A LITTLE STORY...... Phoenix, and all the little bedroom communities scattered around its perimeter, there are sure a lot of automobile dealerships, car lots, and associated places hawking vehicles...Recently they have that Obama era thing about a certain amount for your gas eating clunker and the loud-voiced hawkers are sure screaming and yelling about their offers. There is this one dealer who began as a KIA dealership that yells and screams the longest, loudest, and most frequent. He does the old sound like, HHHHEEEEELLLLLOOOOOOO VIETNAN you may have remembered on AFRS when you were in country and repeated in the movie with Robin Williams but of course it's HHHHEEEELLLLOOOO ARIZZOOONNNNAAAA! The other day my old Marine buddy remarked, LOUD MOUTHED BASTARD!!! Later Old Sherm and I remarked about the songs we remembered from country and which ones stirred memories...It was a long and heartfelt discussion, however the one he and I both settled on was Glenn Campbell and the song GALVESTON....yeah, both of us agreed the song was indeed fitting for the old memories...do you remember the words? Chief If you know singer Glen Campbell’s real relationship with the island, you can’t help but wonder if there isn’t more to the story than that a songwriter named Jimmy Webb wrote these words and tune, and that Glen sang them: Galveston, oh Galveston. I still hear your sea winds blowin’ I still see her dark eyes glowin’ She was 21 when I left Galveston. and the last verse Galveston, oh Galveston. I am so afraid of dying Before I dry the tears she’s crying Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun At Galveston, at Galveston.. Glen Campbell was born in rural Arkansas and was one of 12 children. Somehow his dad scraped up enough money to buy him a Sears Roebuck guitar. By the time Glen was 16, he had dropped out of school and had left home for big city lights where he was sure he would be able to play gigs full-time. That was 1953. And that was when he hitched-hiked his way to the chase lights and neon of Galveston, with the hopes of being able to sign on with one of the big bands or a famous act that was playing there at the Balinese Room, the Studio Lounge or the Pleasure Pier’s Marine Ballroom. A lot of unknown talent took that chance back then. And sometimes it worked. It did for wonderful jazz pianist, Johnny Garcia, whose music and personality Galvestonians still miss. __________________ -->