Arctic blast rolling through Texas. The temperature/pressure change has sagged my front/right truck tire. Taking a moment to take stock of recent input:
Listening: Florence and The Machine. She and/or they got that ecstasy thing. They roil.
Justin Townes Earle, Midnight at the Movies. Classic. Sounds more classic than Hank Williams seniormost sometimes, and I think it’s because we’ve had 60 years to study and practice and do Hank Williams. Often teary, but sometimes boogies. Is sometimes George Jones-y as hell. Saw him live, opening for The Pogues last year — he’s got the ecstasy thing too. I was moving in my seat and hollering to my wife that “this guy’s good” before I realized that he was Steve Earle’s son.
Reading: The Trial of Henry Kissenger, Hitchens. Makes the case; would somebody Hague the Dr. please?
The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. Good. Lucky and industrious dude.
Just finished Hunger Games — thanks for the tip, sis.
Bacchus Volume 6, Eddie Campbell.
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