Streets of Laredo: The Spoken Intro
The version of the "Streets of Laredo" I taught Frank had a really long spoken lead-in, which described all the horrific sadistic antecedents drawn from Western films of the time when "good guys" brought the "bad guys" to eventual justice that eventually led to the dying corpse of the cowboy beginning to turn and sing to the other cowboy at the beginning. How the bad guy was dragged down the street with a lasso, and beaten and punched and stomped, and his head dunked into a nearby horsetrough, and kicked with sharp pointed cowboy boots into the ribs (and "ooh" that would HURT). He was probably even branded with a hot sizzling branding iron on his chest ("now that's a real bad cow poke", I would say). And I think I even worked in a skewed Laurel and Hardy gag, about how 'you can lead a horse to water, but a cowboy must be "dead" (instead of the usual "but a pencil must be 'lead')' .... and Frank would just sit there and listen to all this. (But you can see why the gentle people of the early Mime Troupe might like some of my ideas for skits later on in life when I eventually got up to the San Francisco Bay, a topic I am slowly making my way up to (and one which I have been writing in my secret journal about concurrent with these posts I have been making all over the place), but I'm stalling a bit with that as I enjoy thinking about the good old days with Frank and Candy right now.