Annie Rhiannon

Monday, November 03, 2008

The Roadhouse

We drove all night to get to the roadhouse, Professor Batty at the wheel as I rode shotgun, peering out at the dark Minnesotan fields. We'd heard there was a band playing somewhere out on Highway 25; people were travelling from miles around. By the time we made it, the dancefloor was jumping. Kind of place you could sit all night at the bar and nobody would ever know your name.

And then the band stop playing, and they're saying they hear that Annie from Wales is around tonight, and someone pushes a whiskey in your hand and sticks a hat on your head, and before you know it they're playing the only Welsh song they know and you're twisting around the dancefloor with the best of them.

And that's when you know that Minnesota is never going to feel the same again.

10 comments:

  1. So which Welsh song did they know then?

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  2. Oh no, say it wasn't 'The Green Green, Grass of Home', or anything else TJ sang!

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  3. Krista3.11.08

    Minnesota definitely felt you back, then.

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  4. Oh no, say it wasn't 'The Green Green, Grass of Home', or anything else TJ sang!

    Could be worse. Much worse. The Alarm for instance.

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  5. Or was it that lovely old Welsh song 'Delilah'?

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  6. It's either:

    a) 'The Man Don't Give a Fuck' by Super Furry Animals.

    or

    b) 'Ifwhiteamericatoldthetruthforonedayit'sworldwouldfallapart' by the Manics

    or

    c) 'Goldfinger' by Shirley Bassey.

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  7. Well somehow I don't think it was International Velvet.

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  8. I bet it was "It's Not Unusual"

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  9. Yes, it was Tom Jones. Although Batty would have you believe it was Joe Cocker.

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  10. ... Joe Cocker isn't Welsh? Who knew?

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