Growing up, our family had a tradition on Thanksgiving. Every year, we would watch the movie, “Alice’s Restaurant”. Part of this tradition was because of our first stepfather being a military veteran1, and the movie was his favorite way to think back to his experience.
Kinda weird, because the movie is about hippies.
Whatever, the net result is that for a decade or so, it was what we tuned in to on Turkey Day.
The story is about a hippie who gets arrested for dumping the trash in a ravine to clean up for a thanksgiving meal. The police get called, they find an address, and they arrest the hippies.
But the story is really the song, Alice’s Restaurant, eighteen and a quarter minutes of a rolling folk song, narrated by Arlo Guthrie, son of the master, Woody Guthrie, you know the writer of “This Land is Your Land” a song that if you were Gen X, you sang in grade school. He also wrote “The House of the Rising Sun2”.
Anyhow, since I picked up my new Martin, I have been digging into traditional folk songs that I heard my dad play when I was growing up (not the abusive stepfather), so when this popped up in my YT feed, I knew I needed to listen to it.
I know this might not be your jam, but it has a lot of sentimental value to me.
Much later in life, I read his discharge papers, and he got a dishonorable discharge because he purposefully got drunk and disruptive before he was cycled through to ‘Nam. I am torn, was this self-preservation, cowardly, or was he just an asshole. Since he beat the shit out of us with his belt, I take the latter.
Yeah, you probably thought that that was an original by The Animals. I did.
We always listen to the song on Thanksgiving Day!!! a tradition my husband started when the kids were small (30+ years ago!) and we continue it without him now!
For mic checks I always used "27 eight by ten colored glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what the circles and arrows was all about. And the judge came in with the seeing eye dog. The judge wasn't going to look at the 27 eight by ten colored glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph on the back. It was a case of American blind justice and there was nothing officer Opie could do about it" Now I'll have to go back and listen if I quoted it correctly. Enjoy your noodling.