Recently I ruminated on the Kenny Rogers twin who frequents my gym. Thanks to a reader tip, I have now learned that apparently the formula for living life as a Kenny-Rogers-lookalike is a fairly easy combination of distinguished graying beard, jolly eyes (lookin’ a little pinched now, post-plastic-surgery), and paunchy belly. Extra points if you can sing “The Gambler” (as I am wont to do in karaoke) or have ever met Dolly Parton.
Meet the many men who look like Kenny Rogers on the HILARIOUS time-wasting site:
I’d better bring a digital camera next time I go the gym and try to snare me some photographic proof that I have the actual Kenny at my YMCA. Oh, and I guess I gotta feature some music from The Man himself:
This old-timey song is a winning combination of pathos: a handicapped man, injured doing his “patriotic chore” in a “crazy Asian war,” a tartlet of a woman who has “painted up [her] lips and curled and rolled [her] tinted hair” in preparation for her no-good vamping out on the town while crippled boyfriend sits at home, watching the shadows move across the wall and fantasizing about readying his shotgun to stop her heartless ways. Man, it’s got all the elements. Not to say that it is exactly my kind of song, but it’s one you should know.
“Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town” – Kenny Rogers
The ever-quirky Cake covered this on their Wheels EP from last year, and I love it. Note the additional rage-filled ending.
“Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town” – Cake
The Killers, of all people, also took a stab at it as a b-side:
“Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town” – The Killers
And an emphatic addition from friend Brian, with rip-roarin’ electric guitar from Jason & The Scorchers:
“Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town” – Jason & The Scorchers
That’s three more covers of this song than you ever needed. But for an old guy, Kenny’s continued relevancy is kind of notable. And his continued appearance in everyday life around me is a bit disconcerting.