How a perfectly tied Windsor knot led to a date with the gallows.
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in wonder as the long ribbon of silk looped and spiraled around itself in a mysterious series of swirls and eddies, culminating in a perfectly proportion, protuberance high and snug against his dad's neck, watching his father dress for church, was a cherished part of his Sunday morning. Ritual and unlocking the secrets of the winds are not had been a great challenge like his grandfather. The boys dad was also a preacher and church by weekly event, so by the time he turned twelve, the boy could not only quotes much of the good book. He could tie Windsor with his eyes closed now over fifty years later, this mild
entered son of a preacher. Man had mastered a very different kind of not and become the Tories for his association with a very different kind of necktie. He knew for a fact he participated and more public executions than any governor. Any prison, warden or any priest could ever hope to avoid, but standing there on the gallows midway through his sick. Decade, he could not help but wonder where the road not taken might have led what, for instance, might have happened. Had he stuck with writing once upon a time he'd had a newspaper column is editor said he had a natural ability with the language or what about. Acting years ago, he appeared in a film, and the director said he was a natural
said the camera loved him or what about sports when he was seventeen he'd shattered his high school record for the twenty four mile marathon, his coach said he was built to run so what? If he kept on running how far mighty of gone mighty of outrun the many temptations that very nearly killed him at one point, he was putting down a case of beer every day. Then a bottle of vodka allow with a few grams of cocaine than a few more after that he recalled the alcoholism, the overdoses, the rehab disarray
this and the women, so many women with so few strings attached. It was a miracle. He survived that all the hangman looked out upon the crowd of spectators who had come to watch the execution. It was an enthusiastic gathering bigger than usual. He waited for his cue and when it came, he slipped the noose over the head of the condemned his head and tightened the hangman, not behind his own left ear. The guitar wailed the base thumped. The drums crashed the hangman thought about the Bible study. He would attend the next morning back home in Phoenix he'd were a tie. Naturally, probably the blue one with a Windsor not high and tight against his neck, then the floor fell out from under him
once again, the hangman was dead swinging slowly back and forth before a legion of adoring fans, rolling stone once estimated that Vincent died on stage over sixty thousand times in his long and storied career, not always from hanging. Of course, sometimes he dies and the electric chair. Sometimes in the guillotine sometime All three in the same night, but like Lazarus, rising from the grave Vincent is always resurrected and the crowd always goes wild In fact, his personal nightmare is still one of the most popular stage shows ever and his ability to navigate the gauntlet of sex and drugs has led him straight into the rock and Roll Hall of fame. But don't expect the hangman to take any credit, because Vincent Fern yea the king of shy.
Rock is also a born again Christian, who, for the last thirty years, has been clean, sober remarried to his loving wife, devoted to his weekly Bible study and utterly obsessed with the game of Gulf, while his legendary other self is still coming back from the dead resurrected night after night as the one and only Alice Cooper anyway. That's why I heard it.
Transcript generated on 2019-12-31.