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Sunday, April 24, 2005

I never heard Dave Lyles play

Back in Lima, Ohio where he was a legend

Never got to hear him

They say Elliott Randall heard him play

Elliott, who played with Steely Dan

They say he went right up to the stage

Put his chin in his hands

Listening, watching

 

I was in some third rate band

With a good drummer, Jack

I forget what we called ourselves

We got booked in fuck me Marion, Indiana

They put our name, whatever it was

Up on the marquee

We went early to set up equipment

Some little kid runs up and asks the singer

“Are you guys as good as The Jokers?”

I wanted to say yes, hesitated

But the singer simply shakes his head and says

“No, son, we’re not”

 

The Jokers were later immortalized

By fuck me Rick Derringer no less

“There was a band called The Jokers, they were layin' it down”

 

Rock 'n' Roll, Hoochie Koo
Lawdy mama light my fuse
Rock 'n' Roll, Hoochie Koo
Truck on out and spread the news

 

They say he had a stage name, Dave Ronson

Like the lighter

Had it embroidered on his guitar strap

 

They say Chet Atkins came to hear him play

Said there was nothing he could do

That Dave couldn’t

 

They say he played The Bells Of St. Marys

Slappin’ out harmonics with his right index finger

While left fingers roamed the fretboard

Like a handful of possessed cockroaches

Highlight of the show

Those godamn bells ringing fuck me everywhere

 

I would like to have heard that

The eighth wonder, it must have been

He was never more than a few miles away

But I never heard Dave Lyles play

 


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The finished (almost) shinkenspeck.

 

It has to age a few days, maybe dehydrate a little bit. It was very lightly smoked, as recommended, just enough to give it some color. I’ve had some practice at tying butcher’s twine, enough that I can provide a handy tip: Start the knot as you would a square knot, but loop it one more time.

 

That’s old hat, I think I read that in Cooks’ Illustrated or something, but there’s a little “something extra.” More than one extra loop on the bottom knot makes it too hard to pull, especially when you’re indenting the meat, as here. The one extra twist might slip a bit, but that can be controlled – even if you don’t have Liz around to put her finger on it. Once you have the knot as tight as it can go, pull straight up on the too loose ends of twine to hold the knot tight. The additional friction from the extra twist will hold it just fine. It’s a little tricky to form the loop for the upper knot but, once you do, just pull the two loose ends at about a 45º angle, keeping tension on the lower knot. It’s a lot easier than just made it sound – just keep the loose ends perpendicular to the meat and figure it out for yourself if I don’t make any sense.

 


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