That album, Gunfiighter Ballads, with Marty looking so dangerous floating there in the middle of that incredibly pink cover, was one of the first I owned. I must have gotten it from the Columbia Record Club, along with the ones by Pepe Romero, the exciting guitars of Tom and Jerry, and A Date with the Everly Brothers.
Of course, that’s not all he was about. He was Singin’ The Blues, Don’t Worry about Me, Devil Woman, and a long string of others, but in my mind he’ll always be a cowboy, out in the elements, calling to those little doggies, and on the lookout for stampedes. His voice is dreamy, he can actually play guitar, and, face it, he looks good in a Stetson.
At least, he got to kiss her.