Dy 18 – May 27

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I love community radio! Many of you already know that I host a weekly show called Honky Tonk Holiday over WTSQ-LP 88.1 in Charleston, WV, every Sunday afternoon from 2-4 pm EDT – streaming online at wtsq.org. Many of my friends share this interest and host radio shows as well. Our hostess in Austin, Sharon Sandomirsky, hosts Strictly Bluegrass over KOOP 91.7, and she invited George and me to be her guests last Sunday morning. It was fun! You can listen online to the show until June 10 at http://www.radiofreeamerica.com/show/strictly-bluegrass-koop-radio.

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From KOOP we went to Threadgill’s “Armadillo World  Headquarters” for their Gospel Brunch with John Emery’s Hillbilly Revival, featuring my buddy Floyd Domino on piano. Threadgill’s features a nice menu, and George was pleased with the veggie offerings (not true of many other places we have been on this trip). Thank you, Threadgill’s! We enjoyed the food and music, and I’m glad I was able to get in a nice visit with Floyd later in the day.

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Next stop was Lambert’s restaurant in downtown (located on Willie Nelson Boulevard, no less!) to hear the great Beth Chrisman and her band the Morning Afters. They were kind enough to invite me up for a couple of numbers. Beth was a member of the Carper Family, who played a few of my songs, including “Come When Mama Calls,” quite possibly the song we are doing here.

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House concert that evening – what a day! The concert was hosted by a nice woman named Elise and was sponsored by the Austin Friends of Traditional Music, and I am grateful to them. The concert went very well. I was especially pleased with, and proud of, my son George, who joined me for several numbers. Way to go, George!

Thank you, Austin!


Day 17- May 26


Broken Spoke – George and I played tourists on Saturday. After some sleeping in and visiting and listening to music with our most excellent hostess Sharon Sandomirsky, we headed out to hear a fine set from my friend Sophia Johnson and her band. Later we went to the world-famous Broken Spoke. What a place! The history and music seems to emit from the rough-cut floor boards in this ageless place. George signed up for the Texas Two-Step dance lesson before the band revved up, then we both enjoyed the Derailers. They were pretty good and played non-stop for more than two hours. Lots of smiles on the dance floor, though we left before the end. We had our fill of Austin fun for the evening.




Day 15 – May 24

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Terlingua – I have always been fascinated with the “ends of the earth”: Key West, Shetland, Alaska, Ushuaia (look it up!), and now Terlingua, Texas.

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Sure, there are more remote and exotic destinations in the world, but few places with such forlorn mystery, such lush desolation, so much unattainable potential. It’s an official Ghost Town, for heaven’s sake!

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I discovered Terlingua a few years ago at the suggestion of Texas songwriting stalwart Butch Hancock. He lives near here and recommended a visit. When I finally got here, my overwhelming reaction was, “This?!?” But a few hours later, while jamming on the expansive front porch of the general store, it all became clear. I said to myself, “This!!”


George and I spent the morning in Big Bend, drying out from the devil storm we had last night. Then we drove out of the park to Terlingua. Things were a little quiet there by comparison with other visits, but we could still feel the magic. My gig was at the Starlight Theatre in “downtown” (LOL) Terlingua.


I played a small, but intimate concert, while people were eating…


I shall return!


Day 14 – May 23


Big Bend! One of the most beautiful and imposing places on earth! George took some great photos, but pictures cannot convey the gargantuan scale of this place. It is difficult to grasp how far away an object might be or roughly how high a rock cliff or a mountain ridge would actually measure. Not that it matters! In many cases the successive ridges and valleys tail off into a purple horizon.


Plenty of wildlife to be seen. This javelina and a bunch of his buddies were rooting around by the side of the road when we happened by. One even came into a neighboring campsite the next morning! They are very bold and dangerous.


George fiddling up a storm – we were nearly swept away by a powerful late-afternoon boomer that swept through the park. George wanted his picture made while playing his fiddle on a mountaintop in west Texas. He sounded good!


I love this place!

Day 13 – May 22


Tuesday was a hard day. We left Artesia late morning, thinking that we had a relatively  short drive ahead of us and an easy gig at a library in Alpine, Texas, that evening. Well, turned out our three-hour drive took closer to seven hours, and I was almost too exhausted to play my gig that evening.

As we headed south out of Artesia, we encountered heavy traffic and long delays. This is oil country, and they are dead set on making the most out of every drop, pint and barrel they can find. We were passed by several trucks (or maybe several times by the same truck) hauling pipes and pipeline supplies. My educated guess is that fracking is somehow in the middle of this new oil boom. It looks very industrial, the drivers are aggressive and the police are writing tickets.

I also forgot there was a time change heading into Texas from New Mexico, which ate up another hour.

We arrived at the public library in Alpine, Texas, a little after 5. They waited for us to set up their PA system for them, and unfortunately their publicity efforts were either rather modest or just plain ineffective. I sang to about 10 people. Fortunately, we sold a few CDs in the process.SUNP0813a

Tomorrow is another day…

Day 12 – May 21


On the road again, to quote Willie Nelson. George and I saw about 300 miles of New Mexico today, from Albuquerque to Artesia. We started out on Albuquerque’s Central Avenue, which includes the remnants of old Route 66.


Lots of free-market association with this venerable old highway, including this sign for a Mexican restaurant. Sadly (to me, anyway) the old road takes you through some pretty sketchy stretches as you head east out of town. A little bit of Americana, I suppose.

Speaking of Americana, some clever highway engineers fashioned the rumble strips on Route 66 just east of Albuquerque to play “America the Beautiful!” I’m serious! There are a couple of small signs that suggest that you drive 45 mph in order to “hear the music.” No further explanation. When I drove 45 mph, we began to hear the car vibrate and soon recognized the melody. What a hoot! Then the guy in front of us slowed down and knocked us out of tune.


New Mexico’s personality is ever changing, at least it appears that way from my vantage point behind the wheel. From vast stretches of endless scrub brush to towering mountains, back to barren flat lands.


One very pleasant surprise is the area surrounding the small town of Cloudcroft. Located on top of a mountain within the Lincoln National Forest, this wooded wonderland reminds me more of east Tennessee than southern New Mexico. Lush pine forests, cattle grazing, fruit trees, and cool breezes. It appears like Brigadoon, then gone.


We pulled in for the night in Artesia, about 50 miles shy of the Texas border. I was struck by several impressive pieces of public art, including this amazing bronze beauty commemorating the cattle drives of the 1880s. I think these longhorns were headed for the IHOP!