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I though this might be interesting to folks who love vintage acoustic Gibson guitars. Country artist Clayton Smalley has a new release out called “His Guitar.” It's the true story of his grandmother giving him her father's 1935 Gibson guitar. Jerrels "Gabe" Clayton bought the guitar at a pawn shop in their hometown in Southern California and played it at a venue called The Rendezvous during the 50's. She gave the guitar to Clayton in 2019 after the release of his debut EP, Whiskey Sunrise. It still had the same strings on it from when his great grandfather played it last. Clayton, who is 43, is getting a late start with music, but in a short two and half years has already charted two songs on the MusicRow Country Breakout Chart and generated over 1.5 million streams across streaming platforms. One can only imagine how proud Gabe would be to know Clayton is pursuing his passion for country music. The single artwork is a side by side image of Clayton and his great grandfather holding the guitar. Here is a link if you'd like to check out the song. https://hypeddit.com/claytonsmalley/hisguitar
Ok, I made this to lighten the mood for my friends on social media. We know of people who have not survived. Nevertheless, this is not politically correct. If you are a child of the satirical age (uk) with Frost Report, Peter Cook etc. the heart of what you say is its intention. My nurse friends understand have been supportive anyway. Written 10-04-2020. Recorded 11-04-2020 (quickly. All single takes) in the morning I gave up trying to synch lyrics to video so kept it simple. The Corona Calypso 1/ As day was dawning, she took her morning cup of tea black again Across the way, they threw away their rancid milk into the bin And she knows they didn’t mean to taunt or to tease her She heard their voice, they had no choice, nor room in the freezer Chor/ Corona, corona, corona is here today. We don’t know how long it means to stay. Corona 2/ Don’t do what I do, do what I say. I know coz I’m the boss And after we have shaken hands, make sure that you all wash With my responsibilities, I need a broad pair of shoulders I need ‘em, coz between ‘em, I balance a boulder Chor/ 3/ Little Jude, was oh so good, queuing for a while So when we got in, I let him run up and down all the aisles And “we’re all in this together”, are the words upon my lips But every mans for himself when the last eggs are at my fingertips Chor/