Buzz Mitchell
Beamers - Bill & Buzz
October 1976 when I was visiting Buzz at his farmhouse near Selinsgrove
One spring when Irene and Buzz were living in Benton we all drove up for a weekend and it was the first weekend of trout season. Buzz and I and a couple of other guys (can't remember who!) went over to Kitchen Creek early in the morning to see if we could catch a trout. Actually, Buzz just wanted to walk along the creek and watch. Through some miracle (I'm a terrible fisherman) I caught a trout which we immediately named Terry. Anyway, about four years ago I was writing some songs and I wrote a song about that day, changing the circumstances somewhat. It's called Kitchen Creek and it features two guys named Billy and Buzz. I was really writing about Buzz when I wrote that song. I've attached it so please share it with anyone you think would enjoy it. I will miss my good buddy.
Kitchen Creek
Billy and Buzz walkin’ along the banks of Kitchen Creek
All they had to do was nod, they didn’t have to speak
A deep pool by the bank, they knew the trout were there
Last stars fading above, frost still in the air.
They had the magic in their eyes
Smiled at the humor in their disguise
Around every corner a new surprise
Billy took his fishin’ pole, looked down at the pool
Cast his line in a rainbow arc, it sparkled like a jewel
A trout rose up took the fly, flashin’ in the sun
Ran down to the bottom of the hole, its battle had just begun
A look of wonder on Buzz’s face
Feeling in his soul he cannot trace
Shaking his head, an amazing place
Billy worked the tired trout to a shallow down the stream
Lifted the fish off the hook, iridescent like a dream
Cupped it in his gentle hands laid it on its side
It swam away and disappeared, Billy’s smile hard to hide
Billy and Buzz stood on the bank
Lookin’ around for someone to thank
Better than havin’ money in the bank
Billy and Buzz headed home, a brand new story to tell
They drank a beer and had a smoke, the morning had gone so well
The years went by they drifted apart, as buddies often will
But they remember the day on Kitchen Creek, dream about it still
They had the magic in their eyes
Laughed at the humor in their disguise
Every day a new surprise
Bill Jones
6/07
Beamers - Bill & Buzz
October 1976 when I was visiting Buzz at his farmhouse near Selinsgrove
One spring when Irene and Buzz were living in Benton we all drove up for a weekend and it was the first weekend of trout season. Buzz and I and a couple of other guys (can't remember who!) went over to Kitchen Creek early in the morning to see if we could catch a trout. Actually, Buzz just wanted to walk along the creek and watch. Through some miracle (I'm a terrible fisherman) I caught a trout which we immediately named Terry. Anyway, about four years ago I was writing some songs and I wrote a song about that day, changing the circumstances somewhat. It's called Kitchen Creek and it features two guys named Billy and Buzz. I was really writing about Buzz when I wrote that song. I've attached it so please share it with anyone you think would enjoy it. I will miss my good buddy.
Kitchen Creek
Billy and Buzz walkin’ along the banks of Kitchen Creek
All they had to do was nod, they didn’t have to speak
A deep pool by the bank, they knew the trout were there
Last stars fading above, frost still in the air.
They had the magic in their eyes
Smiled at the humor in their disguise
Around every corner a new surprise
Billy took his fishin’ pole, looked down at the pool
Cast his line in a rainbow arc, it sparkled like a jewel
A trout rose up took the fly, flashin’ in the sun
Ran down to the bottom of the hole, its battle had just begun
A look of wonder on Buzz’s face
Feeling in his soul he cannot trace
Shaking his head, an amazing place
Billy worked the tired trout to a shallow down the stream
Lifted the fish off the hook, iridescent like a dream
Cupped it in his gentle hands laid it on its side
It swam away and disappeared, Billy’s smile hard to hide
Billy and Buzz stood on the bank
Lookin’ around for someone to thank
Better than havin’ money in the bank
Billy and Buzz headed home, a brand new story to tell
They drank a beer and had a smoke, the morning had gone so well
The years went by they drifted apart, as buddies often will
But they remember the day on Kitchen Creek, dream about it still
They had the magic in their eyes
Laughed at the humor in their disguise
Every day a new surprise
Bill Jones
6/07