I’m sure you’ve all read by now about the Vegas coutroom incident, wherein some recividist Nee-grow with a rap sheet longer than Lew Alcindor’s (later known as Kareem Abdul Jabbar after the inevitable conversion to Pisslam) arm took a flying leap straight into the Jungle Bunny Hall Of Fame by jumping a good twenty feet from a standing start into the lap of the (white, female) judge who had just had the RAYCISS!!© temerity to sentence his worthless ass to something harsher than the usual seven minutes of unsupervised probation and a fifty thousand dollar government gift card (as compensation for the hassle and inconvenience of lockdown), with a hearty “Hey, fuck dat sheeit white beeyotch!”
But what I bet you haven’t seen yet is the fine, fine animation Arthur thoughtfully tacked onto the end of his post on the matter.
I have only one thing to add in the way of commentary on this ridiculous, self-defeating monkeyshine.
That, of course, is the incredible Jesse Dayton and the Road Kings from Austin, Tecksizz </George Jones pronunciation>. We performed with Jesse and his crew once many, many moons ago—can’t remember where or when—and the traditional post-show exchange of CDs between headliners and supporting acts transpired, wherein I scored the Road Kings album off which the above tune was gleaned. Said album also features my personal favorite Road Kings song, to wit:
The above two, among many other excellent works. I remember Jesse being a really nice, kinda soft-spoken dude, and one heck of a slide player; haven’t seen, spoken with, or heard from him in way too many years now. He seems to have done quite nicely for himself since then, which IMHO is no more nor less than what such a surfeit of talent deserves. Good on ya, Jess.