that Texas thing....

[gurdonark]

Stting in the family steakhouse, watching a dad 2 step on the dance floor with his 4 year old, dwelling in the spaces in time before they come and make us ring cow bells over our heads and then cut our cheap neckties, watching the child across the way clap after the song about how livin' in big cities is confusin', I realized that no matter how much I reeled back in revulsion at the mix of blues and c & w and saccharine western pop that haunted my childhood, it is this world, rather than the progressive and post-punk world into which I thrust myself and now live, that is my true spiritual home....I'm not sure if I'm raging in heaven, or resigned to hell, but I know that Fort Worth sometimes crosses my mind.