Remember the creepy crawly junk store basement where we found the Ranch Dressing squirrel mascot, Swiffer McCluster?
We also found a great album there called "Cowboy Songs for Little Buckaroos".
That's Champ Butler and I'm pretty sure that those other guys aren't the Range Riders. See how his boot seems to be propped on his own name? I love touches like that.
Is anyone as in love as I am with the aqua and orange number of the little cowpoke on the right?
The album is put out by Golden Tone Stereo and sadly, they thought so little of the album that they didn't even write anything on the back about the album itself - only ads for their other albums! Oh, Golden Tone... I had to do some research myself and learned that Champ Butler kind of danced on the edges of stardom in the 50's but never really hit it as big as some others did.
There IS a sweet little handwritten note in cursive at the bottom of the album from a young Danny Brock who lived in Richmond, Indiana. In my usual fashion of wanting to delve into history, I looked up the address to try and see if the family still lives there. I wanted to bug them and find out how Danny is doing these days and if he's still into buckaroo tunes ("Buckaroo tunes...why can't I quit you?!"). Apparently, the family has now moved away and the address is now home to a registered sex offender. Doh! So, I left it alone just like I think that cowboy troubadour, Champ Butler would want me to do.
So, my little buckaroos....that's how I'm going to leave you - with a sense of what Nancy Drew-ing can lead to AND a cowboy tune from Champ himself. Let me tell you - the ragtime really consumes Champ's entire being in this little ditty that I found on the web:
Until next time..
x's and o's (and clippity clops)