Blaze

Ah… Blaze Foley. Seems like there was a lot more to the man than just his music—which, by the way, is fantastic. “If I Could Only Fly” (Merle Haggard), “Clay Pigeons” (John Prine) made some waves after being covered. Gems like “Clay Pigeons” and “Ooh Love” still haunt me.

Anyhow, there’s a new, hour-long documentary out on Blaze Foley from Kevin Triplett. There’s also a teaser from an upcoming book, upcoming book “All Over the Map: True Heroes of Texas Music,” by writer Michael Corcoran, that deals in Blaze. It was in that teaser that I read through the affidavit signed by the man Blaze was protecting when he was shot and killed. The shooting took place at 706 West Mary St, some 2000 feet from the house I rented for six and a half years. I’d passed by that house 1000 times without knowing that’s where Blaze Foley—Lucinda Williams’s “Drunken Angel,” the subject of Townes Van Zandt’s “Blaze’s Blues,” and the Duct Tape Messiah—was shot to death.

Hello world!

To blog or not to blog? Is that a question, grammatically speaking? Regardless, the social networking sites are just a bit too limited in the types of content they facilitate, so I am going to be posting thoughts here going forward. Of course, my work blocks access to most blog sites, so this might be very short lived.

As you can see, I am a father of one. As you cannot see, I am husband of another.