Music Monday: 17 by Cross Canadian Ragweed

Going back to your small hometown after you’ve left is a funny thing.  It is a significant theme in one of my current reads, Empire Falls by Richard Russo.  I’ve been gone for almost twenty years now, although I did three short stints during that period crashing at home.  I think I am finally past always feeling 17 in my hometown (and clenching up every single time I see the cops).  Having a baby will do that to you.  But with a roadtrip home impending, my thoughts are turning to my hometown and my old friends.

Music Monday: In the Meantime by Chris Knight

Happy tax day!  I hope you took the advice of one of the patron saints of Hillbilly Highways and made sure to “render unto Caesar no more than you got to.”

New Music Friday: Guy by Steve Earle

The very first artist featured for Music Monday was Steve Earle.  How could I resist when he wrote a song called Hillbilly Highway?

Out today: Guy by Steve Earle.  Earle has recorded an album of Guy Clark songs as a tribute to his mentor.

Music Monday: The Everclear Song by Roger Creager

With a week and a half in Texas on the horizon, I wanted to go with something lighthearted this week, and Roger Creager is about the only true Texas country great I haven’t yet featured.

Best dang picnic the Baptists had ever thrown

Music Monday: Hayes Carll

I’ve been listening to Hayes Carll’s new album all weekend.  It’s a damn good reminder just how much I like his music.  I found the time to dig into my old favorites too.

New Music Friday: What It Is by Hayes Carll

Hayes Carll is one of the best I’ve yet to feature here for Music Monday.  He’s also way up at the top of my list of musicians to see live that I haven’t already seen.  I really need to stop denying Hayes Carll the love he so richly deserves.

Out today: What It Is by Hayes Carll.

Music Monday: Choctaw Bingo by James McMurtry

We took no-angel (our daughter’s nom de gerber) down to Texas over Christmas to see my wife’s family.  It was her first time on a plane.  The first flight was a quick hop affair, but that didn’t stop it from being the longest flight of our life as no-angel threw up on us over and over.  And over.  And over again.  Those poor people behind us, and their poor bags.  At some point you would think we would have learned our lesson about saying “at least she doesn’t have anything left in her.”

We should have give her some Benadryl.