Night Out
The people who know me are aware that one of my favorite songs is “Thunderstorms and Tyler Roses”.
The video above is Brian performing. The musical artists that I place in high esteem are for the most part poets. Brian, Kris Kristofferson, John Prine, Guy Clark… and any time I get a chance I go to see them. The smaller the venue, the better.
Last night I had the honor of listening to Brian and Terry Rasor at a place called Chubby’s Burger Shack on what is now called Camp Bowie West, it used to be called Hwy 80. Three hours of picking, singing, foot tapping and smiling.
This is the type of country music that takes me back. An open outdoor stage, jets flying overhead, Harley’s cruising up the road, the clank of long necks in buckets, greasy french fries, wind blowing, the sounds of America emanating from the stage. Performers who shake hands with the audience, wave to friends, sit and talk during their breaks. It reminded me of the jamborees of the ‘60s. Performers, artists, real people no fancy tricks just pure music about me, about us.
By the way, Chubby’s makes a great burger and a great Frisco.
