The Man Who Shot ...

Today's post may alienate some of my younger audience -- but it's alright. Sometimes these YoungOnes must be left alone to ENJOY their whims & fancies, and wiles. Or suffer their foolishness. Brashness. Whatever, because sometimes pride always goes before a fall. Sometimes, unfortunately for some buggers -- the fall is into an abyss with eternity at its end.

This Sunday's INTER:LUDE is a walk into C&W Cuntry. If some rought words were encountered and apunch or two came thye way, you art forewarned. Othersiw, take these offerings of pie-in-da-face with a pinch, of salt. If you swing a six-shooter, reach for the gun and "Api! Api!" (that was the subtitle I saw for "Fire! Fire!"

The brave among us who can afford to walk into the bar like in the olde days might have an evening of line dancing, or for sentimental sods, do that Tennesee or Tennesaw Waltz. Or if you want to be modern, not oldhashioned like Desi, sing like my fave cowgal Faith Hill, Mississipi Gal's blues. Such soulfool Cowgals' laments, usually coming second after the males have sprawled onto the floor piss'd drunk, or dead, might prove hazardous to thy hell. So you may wanto stop here. Get the hell out of here!

("Watchout mate, Duck!" ...One beer bottle just missed us by a second!)
As for Desi, he wants to slug it out like a Gunfight at the OK Corral, not because we both fell for the same dame, or that we've got tired of living. I just wished some bastard has the guts to slug it out with honour, instead of engaping in "back biting" others through monstrous green eys on weak days, and mouthing holy, holycow sermons on wickedend. If U've LOST me -- or vice versa -- up to this point, it's alright. I know at least ONE reader would get onto Desi, and that's mighty great. One is an Ace. You know what I mean -- That's if you had played cowboy poker with Desi lust Chinese Nu'e Year's over SE7EN daes in a row.


If you must know, SE7EN is Desi's fave number -- there is a REASON. God created the world in six days, and on the SE7ENth, he rested Desi is borne A-rester. He became one after being AR-rested for too mcuh cinema-going during his younger days -- can you match Desi's record? THREE MOVIES IN A ROW!

Now you see why today's INTER:LUDE is into an alley up Hollywood's Trail?
BUt this alley is truly olde school. In B&W too.


I enjoyed Se&en Brides for Se&en Brothers so much I told myself I msut make it to Hollywood before my SE7EN lives are up. Yes, I drink no beer, only Rut Bir, and 7-UP.
My itchy hands on six-shooters get excited as I needed one more finger, so I had a gun custom-made for a SE7ENth bullet. Can catch the bastard -- oops, make that blighter! NO swearing on a Sunday ... -- rival by surprise in case the first S'X missed the target.

Many of my new Readers think Desi all mild and civil, from his CivilSociety focus. Hey, you are wrong. Dead wlong.

That's the general landscape of the Wild Wild West in Desi's head this Sundae.

It's because last Friday when I travelled to a fellow scribe's blog, I had to use my head too ponder what she was driving at. My nama was mentioned -- we bantered about femes Blogger, high pedestal -- or isit high heels? -- and throwing mustard, or bastard or custard, pie in that blioghter's face. No, I did not use that word -- BASTARD! I swear I normally don't like to, unless I don't have ABC choice. XYZ or Elie, yes. If you've LOST2 me agin, it's my fault, not yours. But it's good rehearsal incase you want to audition for that series, Xth Season, before the idiot Director shouts Get Thee Lost!
You have been foreewarned, TWICE.

On Saturday, or Valentine'S Day in the olde times, Men often had that date at the Gunfight at the OK Corral.
Or at High Noon.

Such dates were a badge of honour to keep.
In the days before the birth of today's USA. Before the 4th of July, 1776?

And in the goode olde days of Valiant Cowboys and Crooks with Honour, people did not bitch about the rival. They just make a date -- usually at high noon -- when only one returns. Not necessarily the gallant one. Even the crook sometimes is faster at the draw!

But modern days see the decline of gentlemen. True. Visit the blogsworld -- people who bitch about others whom they have NOT even met. Okay, some had met. Some were even colleagues at previous workplaces. Some just were born under colliding stars, I guess.

I'm leaving out the YoungOnes, at least they have an natural, Godgiven, excuse. They were IgnorantCows. Like YoungOnes urging a YoungUrchin to go high on drugs, who teaches them to chase the dragon, and everyone claps. Some get crap along the wayside. They pledge they'll defend Him -- their IDOL! -- against the powers-that-be should he become a target. Yes, he became a target -- the vocal supporters scuried away into the rats' holes. That I can understand, because they knew not what was in the offing. THE ABYSS.

But blardy grown-ups some 10 years into their working lives?
OR isit a "Chip Off The Old Block"....Yes, the crooks of the Wild, Wild West had had more honour with some of these chips.

In cowboy country, at least they dared to keep their High Noon dates.
Come back "Dead Or Alive" was left to the stars. Not necesary those the sheriff's badge. The stars looked down with equal equanimity because men chose to die with honour -- the valiant ones defending the townfolks or a pretty gal's honour, and the crooks their turf or terrortry.

Now, by now, you would've noticed cowboyspeak today is kinda funny. They often break off tangent. Blame IT on the drinks. Flow freely. They even give credit like mod days' 555 booklet of accounts. A man's word is his bond. No fun-d, still can have fun. That's the WWWW spirit!

Where was I? third calling?

Break into cowboy's ditty, after two barrels of Hi-Tea:

"I ain't gonna get sick no more
I have a baby coming soon who want more milk than mummy give
So I work from morn till night
Take one less coffee break but
Down one double barrel of beer to keep me alive..."

In a way, CowpokeSpeak it's kinda up there with Shakespeare, you know what I mean?
POETIC LICENCE.
They are so used to getting away with murder. Cowboys, not Shakespeareans.

So I was inspired to write a dedication to my cowboy heroes when this piece of nu'es got in,
curtsey of Guardian Unlimited.
Curtsey because in the Wilde, Wilde, West,
Whenever you see a lady, or a Dame,
You take off your hat,
Bow your head to below her skirtlevel
Look up and no-see anything.
Jest say: G'Day. Can I buy thee a beer?

Helen, cun I buye thee two birs?

(Goodgals would say "No", and game's over
But those who don't wanna go to Heaven
Will say "Yah", as well as later go to bed.)

Actually Desi must confess this post was inspired by
helenALLOFTHEE,
and also:
: Pitney Gene : who sang, IMHO, a memorable cowboy ballad that tore at one's heartstring, second opnly to High Noon's theme song.

- The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance : .


When Liberty Valance rode to town,
the women folk would hide,
they'd hide
When Liberty Valance walked around,
the men would step aside
Because the point of a gun
was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shooting
straight and fast,
he was mighty good.

From out of the east a stranger came,
a law book in his hand,
a man
The kind of a man the west would need
to tame a troubled land
'Cause the point of a gun
was the only law that Liberty understood
When it came to shooting
straight and fast,
he was mighty good.

Many a man would face his gun,
and many a man would fall.
The man who shot Liberty Valance,
he shot Liberty Valance,
He was the bravest of them all.

The love of a girl can make a man
stay on when he should go,
stay on
Just trying to build a peaceful life
where love is free to grow
But the point of a gun
was the only law that Liberty understood
When the final showdown
came to pass,
a law book was no good.

Alone and afraid she prayed that he'd
return that fateful night,
ahh that night
When nothing she said could keep
her man from going out to fight
From the moment a girl gets to be full grown,
the very first thing she learns
When two men go out to face each other,
only one returns

Everyone heard two shots ring out,
the shot made Liberty fall
The man who shot Liberty Valance,
he shot Liberty Valance,
he was the bravest of them all.

The man who shot Liberty Valance,
he shot Liberty Valance,
he was the bravest of them all.


I hope you have a whole day to be with me. I am rolling with a six-pack,
which means I am on a high.
I dunno if Fave Dunaway is sitting acroos my lap
- she could have run off with that rascally handsome Redford
selling himself off as Butch Custody -
I'm supposed to be John Vain, not Sundunce
With a black patch in my right eye
Like Horatio Nelson (Desi wionders if a Cowboy-Sailor comparision
is at the right level or league, but what the hell! With cowboys.And Pirates. Anything goes.

Now where was I?

Yes, I was hopin to recount many other cowboy stotires. Arresting.
Like

:
:

HUD, SHANE, Last Train from Gunhill, Desperadoes...

butt since I'm John V, I'd have first to go:

NORTH TO ALASKA.

Being a Malaysian cowboy,
I owe absolute loyalty to my master
who advised
Cowboys Must Travel In Right Style
By Kereta Lembu
:
:
Let's see,
KL-PP would take 1-1/2 days,Stay to have dinner of spaghetti with SH and wifey Sharon;
Then off PP to Alaska, would take me a 'hole bloody 1/2 life time
Till I get back, on Brokeback Mount...
Have a black coffee waiting for Desi, also Teh-C, also RotiCinai, Penang Char Keow Teow also-cun,

BUY, Bye, One Cowpoke in Your Black Eye!


RIP, for Rest in Peace,for GP;

OR in the case of The Sarawak Tribune: Rise If Possible
OR in the case of Desi: Rice In Pancake?
Pauper writer, Hollywood DreamerI.


Singer Gene Pitney dies, aged 65


David Fickling and agencies
5pm update Wednesday April 5, 2006


The American singer-songwriter Gene Pitney, whose biggest hit was Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa, has been found dead in a hotel room in Cardiff, it was announced today.

He was found dead early this morning while midway through a 23-date UK tour, his agent, Jene Levy, said.

The 65-year-old musician - nicknamed the Rockville Rocket after the town in which he spent his teenage years - was a key bridge between 50s rock'n'roll and 60s pop.


His other hits included Something's Gotten Hold Of My Heart, which reached number one in the UK when he re-released it as a duet with Marc Almond in 1989, and he worked with pop luminaries including the songwriters Burt Bacharach and Hal David and the producer Phil Spector.

Although moved to the pop sidelines by the so-called "British invasion" of the mid-60s and considered by some to be a lightweight figure, his influence and reputation grew considerably in recent decades.

Pitney's song Mecca, with its eastern-inspired melodies, is considered to have been a key influence on psychedelic pop, while (The Man Who Shot) Liberty Valance went a long way towards bringing country music into the pop mainstream.

If anything, his popularity was greater in the UK and Europe than it was in his native US. He had 11 top 10 hits in Britain, including his first number one with the Almond duet.

"I am deeply saddened and shocked by the death of Gene Pitney," Almond said today. "It was an honour to have worked with him. He was a great, unique singer of great, unique songs."

Pitney played at St David's Hall in Cardiff last night, a performance one spectator described as one of his best.

"Last night at Cardiff, he was so alive," Wendy Horton, who had seen the singer perform six times, said. "He had a standing ovation. He took the time to go across the front and shake everybody's hand. He signed autographs. He did not leave anybody out.

"Last night was one of the best performances, not vocally, but from the enthusiasm. He just wanted to please, and he did."

Pitney's tour manager, James Kelly, said his friend Geoff Clennell had found Pitney fully-clothed in bed this morning.

"It looks like it was a very peaceful passing," he said. "He was found fully-clothed, on his back, as if he had gone for a lie down. It looks as if there was no pain whatsoever.

"Last night was generally one of the happiest and most exuberant performances we've seen out of him. He was absolutely on top of his game and was really happy with the show. I got the news a couple of hours ago and I'm flabbergasted."

The singer had been due to perform in Bristol tonight and had a total of nine tour dates ahead of him in Wales, Scotland and northern England.

South Wales police were called to the hotel room shortly before 9am, but are not treating the death as suspicious.

So in that fighting mood, Desiderata left his angst in this Prat\yer last night:

"May the likes of Gene Pitney
And all honourable men like Shane
Arise if possible
In this fair land of mine
That the fight be fighable
And our quest not be in vain.

God Bless Pak Lah
God Bless Malaysia
God Bless mGf,
God Bles my ER
Olde or small
GetItUp
Seya!"

I.S.A:men