South Dakota’s Fabulous One Guy Is Gordy Pratt
I first met Gordy Pratt, oh, more years ago than either one of us might like to admit.
I was working in radio in Rapid City, lived there about fifteen years. As I recall, I was at an outdoor festival of one sort or another, out on the grass somewhere close to the Rushmore Plaza Civic Center.
As I was tipping another, uh, let’s just say ‘beverage’, I head music coming somewhere from behind a crowd of people. Sounded like a band of some kind, sorta country, sorta folk, sorta bluegrass-ish a little bit. I walked on over and that was my introduction to ‘That Fabulous One Guy’.
Also known as Gordie Pratt, I immediately liked what i heard. Singing clever, what some folks might call parodies…a cover or two…and some heartfelt homespun songs, too. Being something of a ‘stringer of words and rhymes’ myself, i introduced myself.
That was, oh, several (and several) years ago. I haven’t talked to Gordie in a while, since I moved ‘back east’ in South Dakota and he’s (as far as I know) still ‘out west’.
But give this a listen, it says more about Gordie than I can. It’s his ode to a ‘Rusty Old American Dream’.