'Oh, my eyebrows ain't plucked, there's a gun in my truck
Oh thank God I'm still a guy.'
Who could fail to sing - well, shout - along? I always do.
PS And I got the boots at Allens. You should go there sometime. My new ones are handsome Luccheses.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Texas
I am in Texas again - I was here a month ago for reasons that will become clear on Sunday. (I texted 'Don't mess with Texas' to Nige last time; he replied, 'I never have and I never would.') Over ten days I became acclimatised. Landing in Austin in 100 degrees felt like coming home as did the part funny, part serious sense of identity of this state. Turning on the car radio, I heard a DJ running a quiz intended to find out how Texan you are. The first question was: do you think you need a passport to leave the state? I love this. I also love the fact that, judging by my experience last time, half the people in Texas are gifted musicians. An 8 hour afternoon in somebody's house consisted of about six hours of superb country music. One kid played Gram Parsons just for me and a rather grand oil boss sang Hank Williams exactly like Hank Williams. I felt ashamed, I can't do this. Roger Scruton, when he moved to Virginia, remarked to me that local music making was alive there. It seems to be true across America. Not in Britain, sadly. Impromptu music is often the best music and impromptu country, with its emotional directness, is best of all. But then there's also country's self-effacing comedy. This song seems to be played on the radio every hour or so.
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A blog about, among other things, imaginary ideas - What ifs? and Imagine thats. What if photographs looked nothing like what we see with our eyes? Imagine that the Berlin Wall had never come down. What if we were the punchline of an interminable joke? All contributions welcome.
there doesn't seem to be a lot of difference between the men's and the women's boots - (oh,) thank god your still a guy! yes, I miss those days gathering around the joanna, knees up mother brown, the lambeth walk, and roll out the barrel...
ReplyDeleteI love your writing.
ReplyDeleteare you sure that that song and them boots go together.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it does all sound kinda gay...
ReplyDeleteI think it's fair to say that you have to be very confident in your heterosexuality to wear these boots. They are very pointy and the heels are a bit on the high side. I'm hoping you have the kind of slouchy, loose-limbed swaggering walk that they demand, rather like Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain. Oh, wait a minute....
ReplyDeleteI wish I were in Dieppe.
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