83 years ago, on a cold winter’s night in the foyer of a wigwam on the banks of the Maumee River outside Toledo, Ohio, Kat Holiday first meowed. Mew. Mew. Mew. As the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Johnny Smalltown, Kat grew up singin’ soft and dancin’ slow. But even as a young kitten, Kat knew all the way down to the bottom of her manicured paws, that somewhere out there, people were singing loud and dancing fast.
One Tuesday, out on a hot tin roof, Kat really WAILED. It was the first time she'd ever cut loose. lt sounded like this, eeeeecheeeeecheechee! Woohoo!! Kat's lowdown caterwauling pounded the hammers on the anvils, and bucked the stirrups of Cage Winslow's eager ears. Woohoo!! Cage answered Kat in the dark with all the darkness in his Kia Soul. It sounded like this, AYE YIE YIE YIE YIE! Later, that very same metric week, on the newly minted day, Swow!, (pronounced like wow and one of the new days in the Uberdent sanctioned three-day Hyperweekend), the two of them stumbled, fell... and on the way back up, they began churning out songs together like cosmic butter.
In love, but still very much under the weather with them small-town, goin’-nowhere blues, they both caught a real bad case of that ol' ramblin’ fever. You know as good as I do, the only cure for ramblin’ fever is road.
Once the love birds and their '56 Chrysler Plainsman Concept Car had chugged and puffed to the crest of the hill that overlooked town, they never looked back. Like a splash of bad cologne, once Kat and Cage left their small bottle, they never smelled up that place again.
They hit the roads. Hard. Ramblin’ this way and ramblin’ that. Once they even tried rambling west to travel east, just like Columbo had done in season three, episode one, “The Funhouse Is Burning.”Out on the road and under the deep state sky, Kat and Cage eventually looked to the heavens for guidance. It was in the sparkling night sky that they found a lone star to chase all the way back home to a place they’d never been before. As John Denver said, “some say they’d found the key to every door.” Not sure about all that, but they did alright. Right now they live on the liquid edge of The Lone Star State of Texas, on more muddy banks - those of the Houston Ship Channel and it's oil Refinapoluza. All those refineries contribute mightily to the petrochemically enhanced air that makes their new home town a real stinker - but for Kat and Cage, Deer Park has always been love at first choke. You see, it's the same town that Willie Nelson lived in when he wrote “Crazy,” some 60 years ago.
**Disclaimer: Each note and silence from Ramble Fer Yer Lives is handcrafterd to tickle your auditory ossicle.
Mix in the air for the entire Fall. Bake till you’re done, et voila! The Crowned Heads of Texas.
Members of The Crowned Heads of Texas are the best friends monkey can buy.