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Miss Myrtle and the Razzle Dazzle Belle Bang Bluegrass Band - Theo Edmonds


Miss Myrtle and the Razzle Dazzle Belle Bang Bluegrass Band

by Theo Edmonds

A story about the power of people who make music… together.

Dedicate to ALL the children of Kentucky, our greatest hope for the future. 


Bedazzled, befuddled or haloed,  

The world holds so many different kinds of people  

You pass by so many, each day on the street. 

There are all kinds of people,   

Who in your life you will meet  


But of all the people you’ve ever met  

Of all the folks I bet you can name  

There is not a one, quite like Miss Myrtle  

The singing saint of the town of Belle Bang  


Belle Bang is a fine mountain town  

With miles of smiles and a swell Bluegrass band  

And every day at noon  

Myrtle’s up there singing on stage  

Always wearing blue flowers in an old worn out hat  

Smiling and singing and waving big hands  

Miss Myrtle is the Razzle Dazzle   

In our Belle Bang Bluegrass Band  


Myrtle is the champion of Belle’s Everyday People  

The keeper of songs that rise up from our land 

Myrtle’s music whispers to giants, asleep in mountains 

Our town was even saved one time, by Miss Myrtle and the Belle band. 


The story begins just over Mongerdoodle Mountain, 

Beyond the edge of Belle  

In a big place called Slick City.  

Where some people known as Falootans live  

It’s where the Slick City Falootans do dwell  


The Slick City Falootans… that is the name by which they are known  

And when our story begins, 

Slick City was growing too fast. 

Slick City was nearly outgrown.  


Senator Shriek, their slick ole leader had decided 

That he would take over Belle Bang  

He’d replace the town with factories,  

To support his Falootan gang. 


The Falootans wanted more business for business sake.   

They wanted more money  

They wanted more and more of all that greed-driven stuff.  

But for those Falootans you see, such a sad strange thing,  

Enough was never enough.  


They thought the most valuable things, were what money could buy   

High Falootan desire, driven by High Falootan greed. 

That’s what Falootans thought everyone should want,  

That’s what they thought everyone should need.  


So led by Senator Shriek and Governor Greed  

The Slick City Falootans, began setting their trap 

Belle Bang soon would be just one more pinpoint  

On the growing SlickCity map  


Belle’s teachers and schools were the first thing that, 

Slick City promptly shut down  

Governor Greed said, “The only learning that’s needed is to teach kids to work –   

They must earn their way in this town!”  


But even to the workers of Belle,   

The Governor gave stern warning  

“You’re only as good as your contribution today  

You’re only as good as the place you are earning.”  


“We have Slick City goals, we must always keep growing  

Value is measured in money. It is the best way of knowing  

Knowing who is valuable, and truly worth keeping  

We need less goats, and more people who’re sheeping. “ 


The Falootans stormed the BelleTower. Destroyed Belle Town Hall.  

And, though they had been there for a thousand years,  

They cut and buzzed them right down to the ground –  

The lovely and green, town square Belle Oaks 

Everywhere they turned, Falootans shouted and yelled  

They snorted and snarled at all the Belle Bang sweet folks 


“Get out of this place, you should no longer be here!”  

“We claim the town of Belle for Slick City!”   

Grumbled Senator Shriek, the Highest-Falootan leader.  


“And those of you who do stay “ he grimaced and frowned.  

“Those of you who don’t have any where else to move your homes to,  

Those of you too... who just choose  not to go, 

You will be put to work in our factories.  You’ll do just as we say.  

You’ll produce Slick City Steam, more and more every day  

That’s what we need to make SlickCity grow!  


The Belle folks began to feel defeated,  

Slick City seemed just too strong 

Even Myrtle and the band had started to think   

That hope was all nearly gone.  


Music and Happiness would soon, it seemed  

Be a forgotten thing of the past  

Belle Bang had nearly stopped dreaming   

Belle Dreams were fading fast.  


Then Senator Shriek said something that made Miss Myrtle remember   

The power of song and rhyme,  

Shriek declared:  “Music makers are foolish and useless! 

Making music is just a waste, of MY PRECIOUS money-making time!” 


Well right then, Miss Myrtle decided.   

That enough was more than enough! 

Myrtle began singing real loud to remind Belle’s Everyday People  

That nice folks could also be tough.  


Papaws reach back in your memory,” Myrtle sang, 

“To those times where we stood proud and strong  

Grannies reach up to the ancestors   

They’ve been here all along  


Young folks know that within you  

Flickers the flame of centuries and dreams. 

Let people and music become your guide 

It aint as hard as it seems  


Those who are hurting take hope  

Liberation is within our reach  

We are worthy, each and every  

This is the message we’ll preach  


Let us sing real loud and speak our truth 

To push out Shriek and Greed  

Us mountain folks stand   

On the shoulders of giants  

WE are the answer we need.”  


The young folks were first, to join in singing 

Miss Myrtle’s sweet song of hope  

Then seeing this, the older folks too  

Began to get fully woke.  


Then all of a sudden it happened,  

Just over the mountain from Belle  

The Everyday People who lived in Slick City, heard Myrtle’s song of freedom  

And started singing their own! They were songs of resistance as well ! 


From both sides of Mongerdoodle Mountain  

ALL the Everyday People joined in singing  

A song to push out Shriek and Greed.  

All the Everyday People sang together 

“Each other is what we need.” 


As sunrise came up over the mountain   

The Falootans found themselves trapped  

Shriek and Greed had forgotten that  

Everyday People… need people… everyday. 

People are more than a map  


The victory theirs, Myrtle and the kids, climbed the top of Mongerdoodle mountain, 

To sing and to dance and rejoice! 

Their music had brought together people from everywhere! 

ALL singing in one Everyday People voice. 


Yes when Everyday People, together all sang, “Truth to Power!” 

All the Everyday People of BOTH Slick City and Belle, 

All discovered that working together 

Caused Everyday Hope to swell.  


As their togetherness grew, “United We Stand!”  

Became their way of living each day. 

Everyday People, everywhere, learned to lean on each other  

In that special everyday way. 


But had it not been for Myrtle  

The keeper of our hopes in a song  

The stories of everyday folks today, might have turned out real different,  

Hallelujah!  The arc of justice bends long.  


As the years went by, the legend grew   

Myrtle’s name was often spoke, always with great love and caring  

Myrtle became a legend for bringing  

Everyday hope, in a everyday song, meant for everyday sharing. 


Then one day, as all folks do, Myrtle did pass away.  

Everyday People from both sides of the mountain sang to remember, 

The one whose music flowed like honey, all throughout the land   

They told the stories of Razzle Dazzle   

When Myrtle took to the stage with the Band  


If Miss Myrtle were still here today,  

I’m sure we would be reminded, 

To move on through every day of our lives,  

And to one thing -- never forget or be blinded… 


…Some folks are here, to teach us all lessons  

Some are here to help save our lives  

There are bullies and meanies, who live up in green, pampered places  

And secret angels living down in hollers and dives  


Secret angels are all around us   

If we just look to see them there  

They don’t usually have wings…  

They don’t need lots of money just to buy things  

They are wonderful secret angels, pretending to be music-making people  

Teaching us all how to be kind and show love  

Things every one of us, need every day,  

Like a cold hand needs a glove. 


So next time you pass by, someone on street  

Be sure you see them for who they are  

Someone who needs you, like you need them  

That’s the way Everyday People are. 


Some folks may start as a stranger, somewhere over a mountain  

Only to become a trusted, everyday friend  

And that is why you, should be a friend too  

Because when a story begins, you never really know  

How things will turn out in the end.  




Theo “Alan” Edmonds, from Jackson Kentucky, is a faculty member at the University of Louisville School of Public Health & Information Sciences’ Center for Creative Placehealing  and  the co-founder of IDEAS xLab . 

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