Free Bird: Lynyrd Skynyrd
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September 13, 2015 at 2:03 pm
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September 13, 2015 at 3:40 pm
Oh my….the dreaded Freebird as heard way to frequently at concerts not limited to Skynyrd. I have seen a couple of Skynyrd shows and it is fair to say that I was completely out of place. Give me three steps….and I was back at the car, zooming for home
September 13, 2015 at 6:21 pm
Sorry, My Dear Hedley, but I had to scour my files for songs with animals, wildlife in the titles. This was sitting right there so I grabbed it. I would have done iTunes, but I try to use my files first.
September 13, 2015 at 4:15 pm
Whenever I see/hear “Freebird” nowadays, I have to think of another song. Part of the lyrics mentioning Freebird:
“I wrote songs that matter! I had a story to tell!
I thought that’s what the world wanted as well
I wrote the greatest songs you never heard
You assholes asked for Freebird
Well damn you and FM Radio straight to hell.”
http://jkutchma.bandcamp.com/track/used-to-believe
Btw, great singer and songwriter in my opinion and this might be his best album so far.
September 13, 2015 at 6:22 pm
Birgit,
Wow, I really like this song so I’ll probably end up at iTunes spending more money! I’m not sure I should thank you!!
September 13, 2015 at 7:04 pm
Lynyrd Skynyrd is great for sons of the South
September 13, 2015 at 7:25 pm
Spaceman,
I’m pleased then that I played it!!!
That lead singer does have a great voice.
September 13, 2015 at 9:43 pm
I have kin who fought in the war
September 13, 2015 at 9:47 pm
Spaceman,
My family was in Ireland and another branch in Nova Scotia.
September 13, 2015 at 10:38 pm
On my paternal side, my great grandfather was from Wales. Immigrated to US after the war. My mother’s side is Italian. Great great grandfather was in 6th Regiment, European Brigade, Louisiana Militia (Italian Guards Battalion).
September 13, 2015 at 10:52 pm
My mother’s grandfather on her father’s side came here from Ireland when my great-grandfather was quite young, married with a couple of children. I have forgotten the date. My grandfather fought in WWI. One of his sons fought in WWII, another in Korea and two in the navy. My father’s family came also came here from Ireland. His father, my grandfather, never served. He was too young for WWI and old for WWII.
We have way back grandparents who immigrated from Canada and Portugal.
September 13, 2015 at 10:58 pm
I was talking about the Civil War with regard to my great great grandfather. My father fought in the Pacific in WWII. He never spoke a single word about it
September 14, 2015 at 12:30 am
Spaceman,
I understood that you meant the Civil War. I just followed suit with a bit of my family’s wartime service. My dad enlisted the day he turned 17 and didn’t permission. His ship was sunk. He was the only one saved from his section of the ship. He never told us either. My mother did.
September 14, 2015 at 9:34 am
You have a diverse background. America is good at mixing nationalities up. And wow, what a miracle for your father. You wouldn’t be here save that. I’m sure he had deep regrets for the guys in section that were killed and tried to shut that out. All the post WWII movies were out when I was a child (Audy Murphy, etc), so all kids were interested in what their dads did in the war. But he would not speak of it at all. I have heard this from several other people of my generation. Finished reading “With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa” not too long ago – first hand account of day-to-day life of a marine core grunt. The First Marine Corps Division is known as the Old Breed.
September 14, 2015 at 11:44 am
Spaceman,
My dad was 17 when his ship was sunk. The only story he told was a funny one. He was in the North Atlantic so long they thought he would lose both legs. He didn’t lose even one. He said when he was in the hospital in England, he and a friend would borrow bicycles and sit on each seat with their legs in casts straight out from the bikes then they’d roll down the hill to the pub. They always had to be picked up as they couldn’t pedal their bikes.
September 14, 2015 at 2:15 pm
That’s cool. Some ale will speed healing process no doubt
September 14, 2015 at 3:24 pm
I think it did!