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Country singer Billy Joe Shaver, who has many fans in Australia, has one less fan in Texas:
At Papa Joe’s he was sitting at a table on the back patio with several other patrons, including a 50-year-old man named Billy B. Coker ...
Something seems to have annoyed Shaver—some patrons thought it was Coker stirring a drink with a hunting knife—but whatever it was, the two men stepped out back to settle their differences. Moments later, Coker staggered back inside, his face a wet smear of red, a bullet from Shaver’s .22 pistol lodged in his mouth. Shaver and his wife were long gone.
Another patron said Shaver posed something of an existential question just before the shot. “Where do you want it?” he asked Coker.
At least he asked.
(Via Piers A. and Kinky F.)
Well, you know, this is fairly normal for Texas. As a result, people are usually very courteous to each other. At least the men are. The women can cuss and swing a fist at a guy and it doesn’t pose a problem. Hell, men like a good woman showing her spunk.
Posted by wronwright on 2007 05 13 at 09:07 AM • permalinkOnly a .22? Jesus, what a sad commentary on the parlous condition of country music today.
Posted by Don't Bogart that Midget, Comrade! on 2007 05 13 at 09:17 AM • permalinkNote I said “a good woman”.
(wronwright remembers Andrea paddling him for writing that very long Monty Python quote with words separated by hypens, that broke Andrea’s page, even though it was probably due to some cheap shit software Andrea was using then; said paddling having happened in front of a crowd of RWDB’s with wronwright’s back being turned away)
Posted by wronwright on 2007 05 13 at 09:17 AM • permalinkActually, I read of a man who was asked why he carried only a .22, and not something larger.
His answer? “How many people do you know like being shot in the face?”
Sounds like Shaver went to the same school.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2007 05 13 at 11:13 AM • permalinkI love reading about my old hometown on an Aussie blog. Paco, Leslie’s Chicken Shack was greatness. A full service fried chicken restaurant. Their mascot was a chicken wearing a straw boater hat with an umbrella tucked under his arm. If anyone in Dallas is interested, Brothers Chicken on Gaston uses the Leslie’s recipe.
Country music, incidentally, seems to abound in stuff like this. I suppose that’s why so many songs seem to come straight from experience, and possess such personal authenticity. I’m partial to the sub-genre known as “Western Swing”, and one of its greatest exemplars - Spade Cooley - ended his career on a violent note.
What a lousy piece of journalism, far inferior to the piece on the vicious car attack previously linked by Tim. It gives us no information on who cried.
Really it should read something like this: “Moments later, Coker staggered back inside, his face a wet smear of red, a bullet from Shaver’s .22 pistol lodged in his mouth. Two witnesses cried. The bartender also cried. Shaver and his wife were long gone. Authorities have not determined if either cried.”
Where’s the darn cry count?
(Via Piers A. and Kinky F.)
Wait a minute. Both Piers Anthony and Kinky Friedman are fans of Timmy?
Posted by Some0Seppo on 2007 05 13 at 12:26 PM • permalinkHere’s a little Bob Wills & The Texas Playboys: Sittin’ On Top Of The World
#18: Ahhh ha! Here’s another.
Boy, does this take me back. When I got out of graduate school, I was commuting to work between Raleigh, NC and Richmond, VA on weekends, and I used to while away the hours listening to such Bob Wills tunes as “Cotton-Eyed Joe” and “Cowboy Rag”. Used to throw in some Spade Cooley and Lightcrust Doughboys, and it made for a fine ride, let me tell you.
#21: Well, I intended that to be part of the joke. I don’t think Texas bartenders get particularly weepy. There couldn’t be more contrast between the two stories. Imagine a country song based on the two incidents. “My Wife Was Married To His Cousin And I Shot Him In The Face” versus “My Bike Got Run Over By Some Old Couple In A Minivan And I Cried”.
Where’s the darn cry count?
These are Texans, by God. You won’t catch them carrying on like Californees or Loosianans…
surfmaster—Hell, I caught a grenade fragment with my nose once and I wasn’t even trying…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2007 05 13 at 04:06 PM • permalinkPaco - if you like Texas Swing and Old Timey Texas music, Id like to recommend these fine folks: Back at the Ranch
Don’t let that sweet little thing, Rachel, fool you into thinking she just warbles away as back up. She belts out a yodel like the best of ‘em and commands that bass with aplomb. Hubby and I found out by way of their first album that they had three of his cousins on there as part of an ‘interview’ series about growing up in Texas.
Posted by Sharon_Ferguson on 2007 05 14 at 04:05 PM • permalink
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Billy B Coker? - Thats a name that’s asking for a whupping. He must have good reflexes though to catch a bullet with his teeth.