|4/22/2013 9:59:00 PM|
Country mash-up becomes its own kind of song
Chuck and Connie Troupe.
Prescott Valley's Chuck Troupe is a true aficionado of country western music, and at one time he got ticked off when a guy sent him a list of CW song titles that were poking fun at the genre. Yes, the titles "irritated me at first, but some of them were really funny. Others were really bad and I eliminated them." However, "I noticed that some of the titles would make good lyrics, so I began nipping and tucking and stringing them together," into a song of his own. "I didn't write the song," he stressed, but rather simply "compiled it."
He sent me an e-mail containing a video of the song to click on, then couched it with this caveat: "If you think anyone else might enjoy it, or maybe you might know of someone who is studying life's abnormalities and absurdities... or someone who is just really hard-up for entertainment... then you may wish to share it with them. Or perhaps someone you want to get even with?"
Well, I can only say that I was touched by the ditty's poignancy, buoyancy and even clairvoyancy. He starts it out with a nice belch, and here are the lilting lyrics:
"You're the reason why our children are so ugly. / You're the reason I walk the floor each night. / If I'd shot you when I wanted to I'd be out by now / And we wouldn't have to have this awful fight. / Now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love you; / And I'm tired of walkin' this ol' floor. / My head hurts, my feet stink ... I don't love you; / And that's why I'm walkin' out the door!"
Incidentally, I first heard from Chuck earlier this month when he e-mailed me some "Twisted Tales" (those little stabs at happy silliness involving changing one letter in such things as movie, book and song titles in order to change their thrust and then to describe a new meaning). One of his offerings, for example, which I quoted in my April 9 column, involved his take on "Gone With the Wind" to make it "Done With the Wind", and he described it analytically as "a local doctor discovering a cure for common flatulence."
I was intrigued by his mind-set and, when I heard of his CW fascination, suggested meeting him over coffee for more background, ending my email to him with that old Roger Miller invitation that we "knuckle down and buckle down and do it, do it, do it."
That struck a chord with him, as he emailed this response:
"Yes, Roger Miller... now I'm sure about the joy in heaven! I first saw Roger in El Paso, Texas. He was just one of four or five opening acts for the Ferlin Husky show. This was about three years before "Dang Me". Also opening for Ferlin were two young guys performing as 'Rusty & Doug' and singing their crazy number one Cajun hit (in El Paso) titled 'Diggy Liggy Lo'. Doug, of course, was - and still is - Doug Kershaw, the Ragin' Cajun fiddle player and musician extraordinaire, with whom Connie and I are friends for about 10 years now."
And so it was that I sat down for some schmoozing April 9 with Chuck and his wife Connie at the Prickly Pear Café in Prescott Valley. Chuck is a retired Southern California aerospace manufacturing manager who also performed search-and-rescue work in Torrance, and he and fellow vocalist Connie are active members of the Greater Arizona Country Western & Swing Music Association. "We call it 'GAC' for short," Chuck confided, since "the whole title is longer than a German license plate."
And that aforementioned decade-long friendship with Doug Kershaw is alive and well. They touch bases with him on a yearly basis in Laughlin, Nev., and - in an annual ritual - Connie updates his entertainment duds with garments she has designed. They're heavy on sparkles, crystals and appliqués, and no doubt add color for that Cajun as he goes about his ragin'.
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