By TIM PRESTON
I may feel differently after I’ve heard it a thousand times myself, but I’ve been having a lot of fun collecting people’s reactions and comments about the locally legendary “Go Goldy Auto” song.
If you missed it, we printed a story last week with comments from Goldy Auto owner Joel Goldy, as well as Jonathan Blain, the man who wrote and performed the advertising tag line that has become the subject of so much conversation. The simple, eight-note ditty is undoubtedly one of the most unforgettable tunes of the century, which is part of the problem — people get the tune stuck in their heads.
Among the follow-up notes I received after the story ran was a shared theory that the tune even has an intentional mistake, further embedding it in everyone’s mind. At least three people, so far, have suggested the song leaves the “D” out of the last Goldy and sounds like, “Go Goalie.”
Blain, the song’s composer, seems to have a pretty good sense of humor about the way people react to “Go Goldy Auto, Go Goldy” song. He told me he’s been playing music for several years, and claims the guitar as his primary instrument. And, Blain really doesn’t seem to mind if the ad jingle ends up being his most remembered work.
Blain’s dad, Bucky, also sent a note suggesting I check out some of his son’s other songs posted on youtube.com. I’m not sure what I expected, but what I found was some really good songs performed by Blain at venues in Huntington — including some seriously cool slide guitar work. Even if the “Go Goldy” song makes you crazy, you may want to check out some of Blain’s other tunes before you throw too many stones his way.
Late season soup
This winter has seriously messed with my internal clock and timing mechanisms.
It is also the first cold spell in quite some time that didn’t involve myself with some form of cold or flu (other problems, yes, but no bugs — knock on wood), which might explain how I practically forgot about the outstanding wintertime lunch staple, veggie soup, from Jim’s Hot Dogs & Spaghetti.
During one of the cold days in our up-and-down weather patterns of recent weeks, I was nearly overwhelmed by a craving for Jim’s veggie stew.
I knew my wife was running around downtown Ashland (with all of my remaining money) and she was kind enough to pick up a big carry-out cup and deliver it to the newsroom.
It was wholesome and delicious, and the portion was so generous that I stashed about half of it in the office fridge for lunch the next day.
It occurred to me it is one of the only times I’ve ever thought to order vegetable soup without being sick, or fearing I was coming down with something. It was a welcome alternative to my generalized “value-menu” lunch program, and I will try to remember that hot bowl of fresh-tasting goodness the next time I get stuck in a “What do I want to eat?” mode.
Jim’s Hot Dogs & Spaghetti, located in Suite 18 at the Camayo Arcade Building, 1536 Winchester Ave., is open from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Monday through Thursday (open til 6 p.m. on Friday). For more information or to place an order, call (606) 615-4888.
I’m once again attempting to win the battle against cigarettes, and seem to be doing pretty well with the assistance of an E-Cig, or vaporizer, unit for nicotine replacement.
Addiction is an odd animal in this context, and I find myself with powerful moments of weakness throughout the day, especially when it comes to food-related triggers.
I was having a fairly public debate with myself one day last week and had declared a desire to reward myself (if I could go the rest of the afternoon without smoking), with some goodies from Maria’s Manila Asian Market.
As fate would have it, I was just about to break my own vow to remain smoke free and go buy a pack of Camels when Maria and husband Brian visited the newsroom with a sack of goodies.
The Lemasters had seen my schizoid online conversation with myself and decided to do something nice to encourage my efforts at becoming tobacco free.
The care package included samples of Sky Flakes crackers (possibly the most delicious saltine crackers of all time), as well as Prima Toast (a sort of sweetened shortbread-style snack), cashew rolls and a tub of something truly unusual to my tastes — mango ice cream. I enjoy sharing, but will confess I kept every bite of the mango ice cream, which is almost like a sherbert or sorbet, for myself and have been dishing it out to myself in tiny amounts when nobody else is around.
Knowing my love of the “exotic” fruit drinks, the Lemasters also passed along a couple of cans of soursop juice as well as mango nectar. I still have not come up with a good description for the flavor of soursop juice, other than to say it tastes like a heavenly blend of tropical berries, melons and citrus.
Anyway, the timing of the care package was perfect. I would have been buying smokes within seconds if the Lemasters hadn’t appeared. And the soursop juice seemed to do something nearly magical, curbing my tobacco cravings and (I’m not making this up) reducing my level of joint pain that day.
Maria’s Manila Asian Market, at 1562 Diederich Blvd. in Russell, is open from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday through Saturday. For more information, email Mariasmanilamarket@gmail.com, or call (606) 388-4088.
TIM PRESTON can be reached at email@example.com or (606) 326-2651.