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.

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[voodoukween.livejournal.com]

Pinacle Pete's?

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Actually, this one is called The Trail Dust. They make a good steak there, and sure draw out the "family c & w" crowd.

[wellspring.livejournal.com]

yeah... i'm so soaking myself in anything but south georgia morals and culture, but everything i seem to write drips with it. it truly is my home.

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

yes, exactly, and the terrible thing is that you'll pine for the things you're now so eager to leave behind...

I always liked that Earl Hamner, who ran as quick as he could to LA, and then wrote about his family (his books were the model for the Waltons show) back in rural Virginia, that he could not wait to leave...

it all comes together, it's just a matter of time.