An amazing monkey story
Posted February 1st, 2008 under cool shit, monkeysWhile I’ve been known to listen to some bluegrass, I’ve never owned a monkey, nor read anything that gave me such insight into the life of a bluegrass artist. I don’t know Purvis Jackson, but I think I would have liked to. And I don’t know if the following story is true. I don’t care.
From the BlueGrass Australia site, I give you:
Purvis Jackson’s famous monkey story
Purvis Mount Jackson, has a fine way with words. He’s a well-known character and picker around the Bluegrass Heartland, and in 1996, totally out of the blue, he posted this story on the mailing list BGRASS-L
—–Original Message—–
From: Purvis Jackson
Sent: Thursday, December 05, 1996 9:35 AM
Subject: Banging TapscottY’all oughta quit beating up on Ole Bangs so much. He’s a purty good old boy, just a might crotchety now and again. But you gotta admit it’s right nice to read something with a little intelligence and humor woven into it every now and again. What with all this gushing that goes on here, Ole Bangs’s sniping and whining is a refreshing departure. I’ll tell you what I told you I’d tell you about how it all reminds me of something that happened a long time ago in another place where I used to live. See, this one’s about a locale and, among other things, a dog with a musical reference.
During my last two years of high school, I lived with one of my sisters and her family. Her youngest daughter — she had two — decided she wanted a pet monkey for her birthday one year. Try as she may, my sister was unable to dissuade the child, and the more she tried, the more adamant the child became. She overruled my sister’s objection that a monkey wasn’t a typical pet by pointing out that we had at that time an assortment of untypical pets — a kid goat, a pitt bull, a parrot, a raccoon, a squirrel, a fox, and a Manchester Chihuahua mix, all of which lived with us in an untypical house fashioned from an old army quonset hut — and that none of those pets were hers. (more…)
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