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No, I refuse to say howdy. I've been pondering this bio thing for two weeks. In theory, it should be simple. I've been spinning yarns and writing songs for more than 20 years. If you listen to my lyrics you'll learn more about me than I could ever say. Cowboy? That's a term that conjures up a million pictures. Different things to different people. Cisco, Matt, Clint, Gene, Roy, Chris LeDoux, and "Old Cootie", Cootie!? Just an old man who got paid $30 a month to be smarter than a cow. He swore that on a good day he could do it 3 out of 5 times. He slept in the saddle a lot. I suspect he could sleep on a greyhound bus too. Now me, I won my buckle. I wear it proudly and have for years. I remember the night like it was yesterday, Clare, lovely and gone, put on a long black skirt, and I braided her hair before we went to town. Boy did we show 'em how to waltz and two step that night. Won first place, I was never that good on bulls, so I gave that up 25 years ago. I still dance though.
I've always been a cowboy. I even had the red shirt with white fringe and matching fanner 50's. Some people have to ask an old timer what a fanner 50 was (hint, they were made by Mattel) I caught many an outlaw and renegade in those days. I learned how to stand on Pidgeon's rump (he was a 16 hand tall draft horse) and go to the bathroom when I was 5. That saved me a ride back from the coralle. The only place I could mount up, I think my dad was real proud.
On a lighter note, my family homesteaded near Grandlake Colorado in the early 1900's. The old ranch like too many others is gone, but the memories run deep, the land and the life have flavored my views on living and my lyrics. The stories are real for better or for worse. I live on 90 acres in a 100 year old homestead cabin. Remodeled of course, hot and cold running water, and electric! All the requirements for good country living are here, junked trucks poor fences, run down buildings, a 2 holer (fine view) broken machinery, 5 horses and a dog. I could clean up here more, but that might ruin the casual elegance. The horses and I spend a lot of time in places with names like, "The Flat Tops", "Bowen Gulch", "The Zircels", "The Troublesome Basin", "The medicine Bow", "The Rawah", "Comanche Peaks", "The Indian Peaks", and "The West Fork". We eat government grass, fish, hang out by the fire, and fall asleep to the Bell Mare Lullaby. And I'll be hunting open stages and invitations to poetry gatherings, so watch for my name, and watch for my next release, "Cook's Point of View", cover painting by keeley waters available here. Aiming for a July Release.
Now you know a lot more about me than I know about you. Click here to see an interview with Jon.
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