Memory Jog is a trip down memory lane where I reminisce and try to replay some memorable times from my youth. We’ve all had moments in the past that today we fondly look back upon. Fun times, crazy events or memorable trips or vacations. The one constant in all of these good-time memories, are the people, the friends, the family members that were there and helped make your “Memory Jog” a memorable one.
Perhaps some of the more unique experiences I have to share are the years I spent in the early 80’s as lead singer of my own touring Country Band. — Corky And The County Outlaws! From seedy darken taverns filled with lost hope to the bright lights of elite Country Clubs. A journey of good times and bad, wild nights and long days of travel. So many memories! And the stories — Oh the stories I could tell… Continue reading “Memories of an Outlaw Band”
I can’t watch the news anymore. Nothing but depressing, stressful tales that are slowly sucking the very life out of me. It’s been a bad year, is a bad year, and I long for happier days. Like the days of my youth, adventurous, carefree and unburdened by the horrors of the adult world. If only I could go back and revisit those days of innocence and discovery and escape the social disorder that’s raging around me today. If only… Continue reading “If I Could Turn Back Time”
The Country Music of my day no-longer exists. Today, there’s barely a resemblance to the music I fell in love with back then. I know everything changes, still, I yearn for the days of my time, when the legends of Country music were alive and well. When Johnny Cash was the man in black and Waylon and Willie were Outlaws. Continue reading “Give me that old time Country Music!”
I grew up during the 70’s and 80’s in a mid-sized city in Canada. It was a different time, a different era, both economically and as per the social structure. Dad’s worked and Mom’s stayed home cooked home-made meals and reared the children. Houses cost 20 or 30 thousand and a gallon of gas was about $0.40. There were no personal computers yet and certainly no smart phones or internet. Continue reading “Things were Different: When I was a Kid”