I was playing 20 years ago in a bar in Eureka, Montana, not too far from the Canadian border. A lot of Canadians would slip across the border to drink under more liberal American auspices. A bunch of them kept coming up to the bandstand and requesting something called the RODEO SONG, which I had not heard at the time. Trying to be accommodating I asked how it went. The reply was some alcoholic mumbling , something on the order(as near as I could make out) of, " I got in my truck, and I don't give a fuck, so I'm off to the rodeo." As if I was supposed to divine how the rest of the song was supposed to go from that! After many requests for this deathless bit of poesy, requested over the course of the evening I finally decided to give them THE CASTRATION OF THE STRAWBERRY ROAN, which I had learned from Glenn Ohrlin. No reaction, but I didn't get any requests from them again for the rest of the weekend!

Mark Ross