I saw ‘Boyhood’ today. Needless to say it was absolutely beautiful and I got more than a little emotional but here are some things in particular that I loved:

  • I counted three Friday Night Lights alumni among the supporting cast, one of whom I met once when she came into the restaurant where I work. (What’s up, Mrs. Howard? How was that BLT  I brought you that one time? #braggin)
  • Patricia Arquette. Just Patricia Arquette and everything about her in this movie and always.
  • All the nods to Texas and Texas culture and the landscape. Ethan Hawke playing a Guy Clark song in a tent just resonates.
  • How charismatic and sexy Ethan Hawke can be on screen. Maybe I have finally forgiven him for how he treated Winona Ryder in Reality Bites.
  • The soundtrack and the idea of music as a time capsule. The complete non-Zach Braffiness of putting a song featuring Leighton Meester on the OST. The fact that ‘Yellow’ will always be a great song and we should all freely admit this. 

letstalkabouttex:

Along a one hour stretch of TX State Highway 14 lies a sting of unassuming small central Texas towns that just happened to have birthed artists who helped shape the course of American music. 

Bob Wills was born in Kosse; Lefty Frizzell in Corsicana. Singer songwriter Cindy Walker was born in Mart and wrote country standards recorded by Ray Charles, Jim Reeves and Gene Autry on a typewriter inside her quiet Mexia home. Blues and slide guitar virtuoso Blind Willie Johnson, whose “Dark is the Night, Cold is the Ground” was included on the golden gramophone record sent into space on the Voyager explorers for future intelligent life—human or otherwise—to hear, grew up in Marlin. 

In Wortham, TX, a town of 1,073 located less than an hour northeast of Waco, lies a man who traversed the country in the early 1900s and spent his teen years performing in the Deep Ellum area of Dallas with frequent musical collaborator, the legendary Huddie “Lead Belly” Ledbetter. Born blind to sharecropper parents, Blind Lemon Jefferson  has been called the Father of Texas Blues and was one of the first country blues singer/guitarists to have a national audience. His music has influenced and inspired Mance Lipscomb, T-Bone Walker, Bessie Smith, Louis Armstrong, Lightnin’ Hopkins and Chet Atkins, among so many others.

For years the average traveler passing through Wortham would have never known about the man who was laid to rest in the little cemetery by the road. Jefferson’s plot was unmarked for nearly 40 years until a historical marker was placed at his estimated place of burial in the African American cemetery in Wortham. In 1997, the same year Wortham held its first blues festival in honor of Jefferson, the iconic bluesman was finally given a head stone inscribed with a request from one of his most famous songs: “Lord, it’s one kind favor I’ll ask of you, see that my grave is kept clean.” The cemetery’s name was changed to the Blind Lemon Jefferson Memorial Cemetery the same year. 

Despite the name change, the Blind Lemon Jefferson Memorial Cemetery stands in stark contrast to the perfectly manicured, green grass laden grave sites just across the fence, where county tax dollars go to keep up the grounds. 

To enter the cemetery you have to cross through a gateway and over what looks like a cattle guard. I chose to park next to the road and walk to the grave. Seeing the lack of preservation and overgrown grass and weeds surrounding the faded graves was a sobering experience and still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s a story that’s not uncommon among black cemeteries across the south, where cemeteries with no listed land managers are neglected by the county. And it’s shameful. 

But it’s clear that Blind Lemon Jefferson’s grave, while overgrown, hasn’t been forgotten. There’s a foot trail leading to the headstone located back by a fence separating the cemetery from a pasture where cattle roam. A tin cup holding guitar picks, a worn baseball, spare change and a tattered and water-stained dollar bill, sits beside the historical marker for visitors to leave tokens of respect for the man who reportedly kept a tin cup wired to the neck of his guitar for appreciative listeners to drop coins. I placed a dollar in the tin, securing it underneath the baseball another visitor had left. I turned to go back to my car and took note of a patch of wildflowers growing next to the grave site. Rest in peace, Lemon Jefferson, and may your grave be kept clean. 

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I wrote about visiting the grave of Blind Lemon Jefferson, a great blues man with a badass epitaph, buried in a largely neglected cemetery in central Texas. 

Finally checked out the Texas Memorial Museum today and saw this big ass ancient armadillo shell—or a prehistoric cousin of the armadillo called a Glyptodon, which was roughly the size and weight of a Volkswagen Beetle and looked cool as shit (thanks, Wikipedia!)— but I’m choosing to call it a big ass armadillo shell. 
Then later I saw a couple sitting with their pet pig outside the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on Guadalupe. Today was truly magical. 

Finally checked out the Texas Memorial Museum today and saw this big ass ancient armadillo shell—or a prehistoric cousin of the armadillo called a Glyptodon, which was roughly the size and weight of a Volkswagen Beetle and looked cool as shit (thanks, Wikipedia!)— but I’m choosing to call it a big ass armadillo shell. 

Then later I saw a couple sitting with their pet pig outside the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf on Guadalupe. Today was truly magical. 

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shepherdsongs:

I was driving past a business here in the Houston Heights, when I glimpsed this painted on the side of the building. I recognized that iconic WWII poster before I realized it was not just any woman, but 14 year old Malala Yousafzai, the Pakistani girl who was attacked for wanting an education. The words next to her are her quote, ( “I don’t mind if I have to sit on the floor at school.) All I want is education. And I’m afraid of no one.”

This is gorgeous.

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dollyhardon said: Hello, We need to be friends because I was going to go to this and then didn’t because I didn’t want to drive down there alone. Gah!

Let’s be friends! I ended up going alone and standing awkwardly by the stage like a dorkus (my M.O). Also you have great taste in music!