photo by Carl Beust at Newport Folk Festival for Americana Highways Last Tuesday I flew from Austin to Nashville and attended AMERICANAFEST, which is in all caps for reasons that escape me, for the third time. I saw some folks I loved and made some new friends and heard some music and sang some songs […]
By Boo Ray (photo by Price Harrison) I’m usually hesitant to write about songwriting because I feel that writing about the process might be a conflict of interest; whatever I have to say about songwriting should, and damn well better be expressed by my catalog. But I just agreed to be one of the judges […]
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Americana, Americano We made it with an hour to spare. We wait at gate C7 for American Airlines flight 1316 from Dallas to Portland. The flight leaves at 8:55 Saturday morning. Pamela and I are on the flight. We made it with an hour to spare. Half asleep I think of Hurricane Florence and then […]
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Forever Changes Sept 14 — I find myself waking up in a College Station Sheraton. One block to the north is George Bush Dr., alternatively the block to the south is Harvey Rd. I head towards the south to a local coffee shop. It’s overcast and humid. I play the love song “Alone Again Or” […]
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With two guitars and and an oversized red vinyl suitcase, myself and Pamela Littky—a photographer and documentary filmmaker—arrive at 5:40pm in Austin, TX on September 11th. We retrieve our baggage, find our rental car in Budget parking spot F22, and make our way toward Austin on highway 183. As we move away from the scent of jet […]
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henrietta smith at Galveston and Claremont the corner lot is worth zero. can’t raise a dime. can’t even sell the goddamn dirt. and the house in the center of the dirt yard is for shit. built with public finance, the trail of thieves begins. materials made out of cheap chinese panel wood and milky white […]
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