Thursday, December 23, 2010


“Todo que brilla no es oro,” said Sancho Panza in Don Quixote.  No shit, Sherlock, nearly 400 years before guys like Faron Young and Lefty Frizzell lit up country & western music and television in suits sequined like personal disco balls with lapels.  Those were the glory days of c&w, before the money took over and manufactured Toby Keith selling Ford trucks, warfare and God.  One of those guys wore an orange suit, orange like the juice that Bing Crosby would drink when he wasn’t slapping his family around.

Oh, so you say that Cervantes was actually elevating, not presaging pre-Elvis bling.  And even though Faron Young shot himself dead and Lefty Frizzell wasn’t even left-handed, my country & western-loving friends would protest that those guys too, sung of the elevated human spirit.  Quixote had his armor and madness, Young and Frizzell had their sequins and twangs.  All of them liked to be seen with horses.  One of them tilted at windmills, which we find mildly amusing 400 years later, but not as alarming as orange sequins.

--Jeff Santosuosso is a business executive and poet who lives near Fort Worth, TX.  His work has appeared in Pif, Hobo Pancakes, and Clean Sheets magazines.

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