ON THE ROAD AGAIN
The “Rancherette” took her Fuzzy Chicken Band, “On the Road Again,” this past weekend. We usually begin road trips listening to the “The Fuzzy Chicken Band with lead singers, Cowboy, the Cochin, and Zorba, Not the Greek, rehearsing for the “big show”, and this trip was no different as they practiced by warbling out “On the Road Again”. Cowboy crows the lead and Zorba, Not the Greek, harmonizes, (Cowboy pictures himself as Willie Nelson) and of course, he makes a few changes to the lyrics.
On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is seein’ chicken friends again
And I can’t wait to get on the road again
On the road again
Goin’ places that I’ve never been
Seein’ things that I may not want see again,
But I can’t wait to get on the road again.
I apologize, Mr. Nelson; I am only the bus driver, not the manager. I know you were making music with your friends and you had absolutely nothing to do with chicken bands. But you do not have to listen to these squawking birds for another four hour trip, I do. They have the most up-to-date and comfortable seats in the bus and they still complain. (Only a personal opinion, after all, this Fuzzy Chicken Band has won numerous awards from their performances and they pay a decent salary).
This particular road trip sent us to the West Texas Fair and Rodeo, in Abilene, Texas, for another live chicken show performance. After consulting with the Fuzzy Chicken Band, their agent (and manager), the “Rancherette”, booked this performance. The Fuzzy Chicken Band only plays at marquee performance halls and the Taylor County Expo Center in Abilene was certainly one of those.
Regardless, every musical group has a bus driver, so I went along to provide the chauffeuring for the trip. I am also in charge of providing accommodations and cuisine for the “Rancherette” and the band’s bus driver. I’m always looking for restaurant signs along the way that say “bus drivers eat free.” That appeals to me, for financial reasons of course. Typically the “Rancherette” prefers a different epicurean adventure.
Now the Fuzzy Chicken Band can eat anywhere and anything, however, they have their own special cuisine, concocted by their handler. The “Rancherette” is in charge of that department. Yet, when it comes to eating, no one can match up with “Cowboy, the Cochin,” who happens to be the lead singer; not even the Little Cochin Sisters, who have their own reputation to maintain.After, or should I say, during, the rehearsing by Cowboy, the Cochin and Zorba, Not the Greek, the Little Cochin Sisters were warming their vocal cords with this little ditty:
Prettiest town I ever seen.
Hope the judges don’t treat me mean
In Abilene, my Abilene.”
I apologize to Mr. George Hamilton IV. He sang it much better, but, as I told Mr. Nelson, I am only the bus driver, not the Fuzzy Chicken Band’s manager.
Eventually, we arrived at the Taylor County Expo Center, where the Fuzzy Chicken Band would be performing, along with other chicken bands in a contest to determine which band or performer is better. However, the band was a little disappointed in their dressing rooms. But being the troupers they are, they would manage. Cowboy did occupy a prominent location and was happy about that; however, Zorba was relegated to a lesser spot. The Cochin Sisters are happy as long as they have sufficient food and water. When they do not, they get happy feet. Their stage is not large enough for performing the Chicken Dance, yet they still do their little happy dance.
Cowgirl joins The Cochin Sisters in the Cochin Trio performing their own work “Pecking and Scratching” and the Little Motown Clucking Silkies, with Cowgirl in the lead, presented one of their oldie favorites, “R E S P E C T”, (again with apologies, this time to Aretha Franklin.)
They still get requests for other clucking songs and also autographs. They are happy to oblige. But Cowboy stole the show. He received numerous standing ovations for his performance and a very élite accolade. He was the only one to receive this award from all the fuzzy chicken bands performing there. Other members of the band did well, with a few 1st place awards.
This was only a one nite stand, and they, meaning the band, were exhausted from their performance, thus the drive home was one of mostly silence. I, being the bus driver, was happy about that. I couldn’t wait until I got back home and put the bus in the garage. And speaking of the bus, Cowboy, being the star, wants a new ride. He chose this one.
Hope you have a very happy day.
Thank you or a nice little essay for me to enjoy
Thank you, Patti, glad you are well enough to read “On the Road Again”. Get well soon.
Ok, this was the best blog post to date. And you have to submit this Chicken Monologue to a national poultry magazine, farm life, magazines, and especially others that enjoy this genre.
I loved the humor and vivid picture you painted of these singing foul on the bus. Made me smile.
“On the road again
Just can’t wait to get on the road again
The life I love is seein’ chicken friends again…”
I was swallowing and spewing a big sip of water at the exact moment of reading this “chicken friends” part of the song (and your apology to Willie Nelson), and it made me chuckle.
Thanks,glad you enjoyed it.
I am still rolling on the floor over this one and cleaning up the tea stains from spewing it across the room ! Too darned funny and I was present on this trip. It is amazing the things you hear and how the chickens become your Mimes. Thanks for entertaining all of us that look forward to your wonderful stories. This one needs to be submitted to our two favorite chicken magazines. They are too good not to share. Thanks for hauling me and the “cluckers” to the shows, being my transportation, choosing our digs and our eats, playing water and food boy for the “cluckers” and being my best friend in the whole world. I love you ❤
What a sweet story! Sounds like you all had a blast. 🙂 Include some paparazzi photos next time so we can see them in action!
Jennie is always chiding me about taking photos. I have a problem with with the pen and the camera. Thanks for comment and for following my blog.