Kinky Friedman, the outspoken satirist and country musician, passed away at the age of 79 at his home near Medina, Texas. He had been battling Parkinson’s disease in recent years, but his legacy as a bold and unconventional artist lives on. Born Richard Samet Friedman in Chicago in 1944, he became a Texas icon through his band, Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys.
Their songs, including “They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore” and “Get Your Biscuits in the Oven and Your Buns in the Bed,” blended humor, satire, and country music, challenging social norms while entertaining audiences across the country. His music sparked laughter, controversy, and thoughtful reflection, earning him a unique place in American culture.
Beyond music, Friedman was a prolific author, writing detective novels featuring a fictionalized version of himself. He also penned a column for Texas Monthly and ran for governor of Texas in 2006, campaigning under the memorable slogan “My Governor Is a Jewish Cowboy.” Friedman’s passion extended to animal welfare.
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