By the late '50s he was even giving rockabilly a whirl, recording Get Hot or Go Home, once again hopefully not advice for Jesus, were he to drop by. Some rockabilly performers such as the superb Janis Martin took Ashley pretty seriously, and a live recording of her performing his Two Long Years was included in a superb reissue of '50s rockabilly. When Ashley recorded If Teardrops Were Pennies he was providing an accurate description of country music's investment potential, and some of Ashley's shrewdest moves involved connecting the dots between various songwriters and publishers, all in a day's work on the Nashville scene. The delightful Red Foley was another country artist who recorded Ashley's songs such as Mister Moon, often performing them on a popular television show that featured up-and-coming country star Porter Wagoner and steel guitar player Don Warden. While each and all gave off the impression of being hillbillies, they actually spent quite a bit of time discussing publishing, out of which grew an independent publishing company for which Ashley encouraged his partners to contact the mysterious Arkansas songwriter known as Jimmy Driftwood. While the hilarious escapades involved in Driftwood being located belong in his own biography, the upshot was getting ahold of a little song called The Battle of New Orleans. Recorded by Johnny Horton, it became one of the greatest country crossover hits ever. Ashley, just a background player in this particular triumph, went on busily writing songs, pushing every door buzzer he could think of. In a way, one of his better country lyrics sums up the man's ambitions: "I'd like to be the picture on your mantle. I'd like to be the window in your door. I'd like to be the feather on your pillow. I'd even like to be the carpet on your floor. I'd like to be the star outside your window. That lucky chair that holds you ev'ry night. The coffee pot you warm up ev'ry mornin'. I'd even like to be the apple that you bite." Hung up by a nail, laid on, walked on, stared at, sat on, burned, then bitten? Sounds like a typical music career. ~ Eugene Chadbourne, Rovi