One last post about songs about rain

Can you tell it's been raining on and off all week in Nashville? Anyway, I was thinking about how Waylon Jennings' "Rainy Day Woman" and The Band's "Up on Cripple Creek" are basically two takes on the same subject--the woman who takes care of you in rough patches, but who is not your main squeeze. I love how Jennings is all like "You have been a friend of mine, rainy day woman." Maybe it's just seeing him sing in the Cowboy Jack documentary, but I have a little crush on him (no, my crushes know no bounds, not gender, not sexual orientation, not death). But then I was thinking about The Band, going up to see Ole Bessie again and, damn if there's not another kick-ass Bessie. Seriously, is that name guaranteed to turn a woman kick-ass? Bessie. Speaking of B names, when my mom was pregnant with the Butcher, we were all under the mistaken impression that he'd be a girl. Mom and Dad wanted to name him Becky, but the recalcitrant brother and I were wrangling for Bubbles. That would have been great. I wish we'd won that fight.