Stonewall Jackson

I was playing an outdoor gig with Stonewall Jackson, a fair or something in New York State. We were sitting around the bus, killing time until it was time to dazzle everyone with “Me and You and A Dog Named Boo”.

I was playing an outdoor gig with Stonewall Jackson, a fair or something in New York State. We were sitting around the bus, killing time until it was time to dazzle everyone with “Me and You and A Dog Named Boo”. A cop came on the bus to visit and Stonewall asked him about his Mace.
“Hey, Hoss, what’s that on your belt?”
The cop explained what is was and how it worked.
So Stonewall, always willing to absorb new ideas, held it in his hand and peered curiously at it, like King Kong did to Fay Wray. Then he sprayed himself in the face. On purpose. Wanted to see how it worked, he said. He could barely sing. I mean, he could barely sing in time for the show.

Author: Cal Sharp

Nashville pedal steel guitarist for over 30 years. Credits include Stonewall Jackson, Little Jimmy Dickens, Red Sovine, Faron Young, Ernest Tubb, Ray Price, Johnny Russell, George Fox, Vern Gosdin, Del Reeves, Gilley's, the Palomino Club and a few others. Retired from the road, playing sessions and clubs locally. I also develop websites, like this one and other music-related sites. Contact me if you need a website. Email: cal at caligraphics dot net or fill out the contact form. http://www.caligraphicsdesign.com/contact/

2 thoughts on “Stonewall Jackson”

  1. In your face, Stonewall! I guess you can say that curiosity killed the cat. …and that’s where ole Stonewall met his Waterloo…LOL!

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