It was 79 years ago today, Nov. 1, 1944, that singer, songwriter, humorist, novelist, failed political candidate and cigar aficionado Richard Samet Friedman was born in Chicago. A few years later the Friedman family moved to Texas and a little later still, young Richard became Kinky Friedman, king of the wild frontier.
I've previously, in Wacky Wednesday, celebrated Kinky's birthday, back in November 2016, where I explained how God led me to Kinky back in 1973 and how a couple of decades later, I got to open for him a couple of times at Albuquerque shows.
So today I'll just say "Happy birthday, Kinky!" and post a few songs that I hadn't previously,
To start off, here's a tune that didn't make Kinky popular in the hospitality industry. Oh, waitret ... :
With the current rise in anti-Semitism, this Kinky Klassic might be even more relevant than before:
This one explains an alternative use for religious pamphlets left in restroom stalls:
And, from the same concert as the video above, is another Kinky waitress song. But, though obviously satirical, it's full of pathos and full of heart. (But one thing I've always wanted to know: how many American truckdrivers actually order corn and how many truckstops actually offer beef on rye?):
Happy birthday, Kinky!