Rubes by Leigh Rubin for December 23, 2016

…drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry…

Them good ol’ boys were drinking whiskey and rye…

Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die (or maybe get pied)

I see I’m not the only one here old enough to get it.

I met a girl who sang the blues—and I asked her for some happy news—but she just smiled and turned away.

Tough audience.

A left-handed compliment to his guitar playing.

A farewell to mathematics.

Says the pie : " I don’t know why you say good bye, I say hello"

I was was a teenage bronkin’ buck

with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.

but I knew I was out of luck

It was an ode to The Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, and Richie Valens. Killed in a small plane crash on 2-3-59. I remember it. Waylon Jennings stayed off the plane…

♫ Did you write the book of love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? ♫