Category: Music
Need to Find My Own Peace
Marcus King. From Greenville, in South Carolina.
Can’t You See

“That duality—another great Southern rock band, the Drive-By Truckers, would later call it “the duality of the Southern thing”—that ability to both celebrate and lament the South, is ever present in the music of the Marshall Tucker Band, and it’s that duality, that complexity that won’t allow me to write them off as just another rock band. Amid all the flash and noise, amid the reactionary politics and fading glory, what they knew—the original band, the band before they gave way to all the things that rock bands so often give way to—is that there are at least two parts to everything: what we hope for and what we fear.”
I Make of You What I Will, at the Oxford American.
A must-read, for everyone.
She Said No, They Were Horses
A waitress asked me what I did
I told her I tried to make art
She asked me if I made any money
I said, no I have to teach to do that
She asked me what I taught and where
I told her
She told me she liked art
But that she couldn’t draw a straight line
I told her if she could reach for something and pick it up
She could draw a line
That was straight enough
Terry Allen. From Lubbock, in Texas.
I Have a Good Memory of Things

If I was a Learjet
I’d fly a thousand miles
Over deserts of sky
Stare out into nothingness
But again and again and again I ask why
Does time remember?
All the other days
They’re not gone forever
Not gone away, not gone away
I’m Not the One to Make You Stay
Jonathan Terrell, from Austin. The coolest city, in the greatest state.
You’re Honest as a Ghost, Maybe Twice as Free
One Said Go, the Other Two Said Stay
Look out Mama you know you asked me to be your King,
She said you kiddin’ man, if you want it, keep it hid.
Taj Mahal, 1968
On the Inside of Her Thigh
This is as good as music or art or self-expression of any kind can be.