In short, it’s a description of where I don’t live and love – “Sprinkler City.” But I’ve seen it, on the outskirts of town, near the edge, growing – according to Larry McMurtry, not really urban sprawl but urban scatter – at the fringe. But it’s not a fringe community. \\Urban scatter\\, like a bird gun. Or bird shot. While on the subject of urban scatter, like most of his posts, Bubba’s entry is long and rambling. I’m just grateful that it casts me in such a good light. Ran into a doubting Pisces last night, at the “CD Release Party” for Kevin Fowler’s latest, High on the Hog. Hot damn. Until another Sagittarius and Pisces assured that one Pisces that Bubba and me are not the same person, she wasn’t sure.
Me and that Sweet Pisces [three times she ran over that guy> were sweating outside listening to the showcase while Cranky Amy was inside, finagling use a table. Sizzling Sirloin, at Hill Cafe. When we wandered inside, there was Cranky Amy with a portable keyboard and a pocket PC, all wired up and going at it. It’s been less than month since I saw similar sight, Miss Fredlet, the morning after, in the coffee shop at the casino. Just such a familiar image in my world, somebody busy pounding the keys at tiny computer.
Kevin Fowler’s new CD has a couple of choice cuts, and the final song on the disk just goes to show, I’m not sure what it goes to show, but it’s hard-core proof. It’s “Fat Bottom Girls [you make the rockin’ world go round>” by Queen, except, of course, it’s straight up C&W.
Which comes back to another theme, picked up from an earlier trip this week, I got the ZZ Top “tribute” CD, Sharp Dressed Men [which includes “Fearless Boogie” covered by Hank III>, and it’s all country/blues/western. \\Not\\ rock. Willie and Dwight, Hank Jr., Hank III. And some other, lesser names, I would guess. ZZ Top songs, as done by artists who certainly listened to their stuff growing up.
I’m throwing together some road music for the next couple of weeks, and I was looking over what I was burning, stuff from “Electronica” – Europe only music I picked up last year. Some hair metal, plus some older, classic rock [come on, no road CD is ever complete with something from Deep Purple’s classic \\Machine Head\\>. Some really old Pink Floyd. Merle, Hank I, Hank III, Dwight. Lyle Lovett. Robert Earl Keen is always road music, too [“Swerving In My Lane” comes to mind as appropriate>, as is Dale Watson’s Trucker Sessions. And some Sex Pistols. A little Black Flag, Suicidal Tendencies?
