I remember the first time I heard Willie. He was singing Stardust. Unusual cadence in the way he sung the words, I liked it. Since he’s gotten older, I haven’t listened to him much, just looked at pictures of his face.
I’m a bit partial to brown eyed men, but there is something about Willie’s that make me sad. I think its because they look just like my Aunt Dovie who had the life most of those old drinking songs Willie has sung and made his living are about. Her life was a bad one.
Can’t say I ever thought Willie was handsome, can’t say I ever thought too much about his life philosophy, followed his politics a little, and although I might not agree with everything, he seemed to me to follow his beliefs.
He’s been in the news lately. It’s July the 4th, and Willie’s own brand of Woodstock is around the corner down in Austin. He’s got a new alblum out, Country Music. I heartell its hauntingly beautiful. I am going to give it a try.
But I guess the thing I am thinking about today, is that Willie and I have something in common. He’s getting old. He lost a son. And he has had to come to terms with what’s after thi