On January 4, 1847, Samuel Colt sold his first revolver to the United States government, allowing buckskinned frontiersmen and uniformed soldiers everywhere to sheathe their Bowie knives and mail their powder-and-ball kits to their poorer relations.
When Samuel Colt, cigar clamped manfully between his teeth, shook hands on the deal for one thousand .44-caliber revolvers to be . . . → Read More: Colt’s .44; or Western History Triggers Countdown
Cowboy accidentally fires gun in hotel.
Is this what the Wild Western World has come to? “Accidentally”?
Aren’t cowboys–the rough-riding kind that gallop through streets shooting guns in the air, whooping and hollering and making schoolmarms dive for cover behind Randolph Scott–supPOSED to fire guns in town streets, saloons, and hotels?
Oh, movies. Right. Where . . . → Read More: What to Do When You Shoot Up the Town; or, The Cowboy Code in Action
Billy the Kid pardoned????
Say it isn’t so. He wouldn’t be the archetypal 1880s bad-boy outlaw anymore–that sexy beast who wants to be tamed, played by handsome hunks in 46 (no lie) silver-screen westerns.
If he is pardoned by New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson, it would be
a.) justice finally given to the young man who . . . → Read More: Pardon Me?; or, Clemency for Billy the Kid, 129 Years Later
The setting of a movie is as much a character as the two-legged kind that populate the scenes. Your own setting or environment can either support or be in constant conflict with you and your dreams, kind of like a many-armed kraken that spews fire and lightning and plays practical jokes.
Yes, these are defenseless kittens. . . . → Read More: Meet Your Destiny; or, Take a Man vs. Nature Quiz, If You Dare
Damaso Reyes sent me proof that the West is state of mind–as shown in “das comedy musical” Go West from Wild West Central, Vienna.
copyright 2010 Damaso Reyes
The poster’s got everything: the neon green symmetrical saguaro, the hayseed font, the slavering (geographically wrong) vulture, the cowboy/Indian war (real comedic), the cow or bull chewing on hay. . . . → Read More: Go West, Vienna; or, West as State of Mind
Back in the late 1800s, she was hawtness personified–Annie Oakley, sharpshooting superstar, a favorite of Buffalo Bill, Chief Sitting Bull, and European royalty. She was the idol of American youth.
No, she wasn’t a cussin’, mannish, cross-dressing kind of gal. She was a typical late-1800s lady, decked out in heavy skirts and petticoats and awesomely cute . . . → Read More: Happy Birthday to Real-Life Cowgirl Hero Annie Oakley
The Roy Rogers Museum in Branson, MO, closed = bummer.
An exceptional collection of western kitsch and singing cowboy duds for previewing at Christie’s auction house = lifts the spirits a little
Trigger = $266,000
Bullet, Roy Roger’s dog = $35,000
Hand-drawn music and lyrics to “Happy Trails” = $27,500
Most of the items bought by collectors who will keep the . . . → Read More: Roy Rogers @ Christie’s; or, Happy Sales to You
And WHY isn’t this date on calendars everywhere?
Whaddaya mean nobody “does” cowboy anymore?
Tell that to rodeo goers to the more than 600 rodeos held every year in the United States, from Las Vegas to Estes Park Colorado, home of the Best Small Rodeo in the Nation, with a not-so-small yearly attendance of 10,000 people.
Oh right. You don’t . . . → Read More: Happy National Day of the American Cowboy!
The story is a cliche, but the way the media is frothing about it, you’d think we’re back in the golden age of westerns.
It’s the typical cowboy vs. rustler story:
1.) cowboy tries to keep a little spread and make a living; 2.) some rustler tries to horn in to make money; c.) cowboy prevails, simultaneously getting . . . → Read More: Media Loco for Naked Cowboy Suit
The world around us is getting Westy, a crazy combo of tantalizing Gold Rush-type possibilities with a shadow side of hubris-based epic fails. Got BP, anyone?
In films and literature of the Wild West, there are small number of basic plot structures–whether you’d call them stereotypical or archetypal depends on how you swing. One structure, based on . . . → Read More: West World; or, BP versus Spencer Tracy