When I made up the name for my stable in North Salem, I had no idea that art was imitating life. I mean what’s next — there really are gordatheses? (What is the plural of gordath anyway?) But here you go — Hunters Chase Farms in Wimberley, Texas. I should ask if they have strange anomalies on the property. After all, we know Texas has morrim.
There’s this Red Gold Bridge… Beautiful, isn’t it. We walked just past halfway over the bridge, and it was epic and awesome.
This is what I listen to. It’s what fuels my writing. I’ve got about a half-dozen KGSR Broadcast CDs, a few Lucinda Williams, Steve Earle, Robert Earl Keene, Jarrod Dickenson, and Guy Forsyth. Not shown, because it’s on the desk waiting to be loaded into the tray, is my Christmas Adagios, a two-disc set of some of the prettiest music out there. Yeah, I like singer-songwriter and classical. There’s a Bach Concertos CD in there Read more…