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ALL MY X-FILES LIVE IN TEXAS (a guide to the musical weirdos and/or geniuses of my beloved’s adopted homeland)
ALL MY X-FILES LIVE IN TEXAS (a guide to the musical weirdos and/or geniuses of my beloved’s adopted homeland)
- Roy Orbison –
That bizarre, otherworldly voice. Those vast, romantic, sad yet hopeful soundscapes. When he died, one magazine speculated that the aliens had come to reclaim him. Though he was putatively born in Texas, there is some appeal to that theory – because there has certainly been no parallel, before or since.
Daniel Johnston – Okay, he was not born there, and has, in fact, not lived there for some time. However, it is where he rose to fame or infamy, and there is something sun-baked and isolated in his work that seems to speak of that region, anyway. Besides, as one of his songs thoughtfully points out, he once met…
Roky Erikson – From the 13th Floor Elevators, a classic psych band of the Sixties. A little tip in retrospect, though – don’t claim you are insane to try and avoid the draft. What ensues may make your pose the truth…and may leave your life Paralyzed like that of the…
Legendary Stardust Cowboy – Famed for such psychobilly classics as "Paralyzed" and "Sitting In A Trashcan Thinking ‘Bout You", and for apparently resulting in hometown contemporaries crossing the street at the mention of his name. Not only Texan, but from LUBBOCK, which is where my honey-otter resides (also the home of Buddy Holly, Natalie Maines (the Dixie Chick with the clit necessary to say what many Americans were thinking…) and, evidently, Ned Sublette, who wrote the queer country classic "Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond Of Each Other", which was covered by…)
Willie Nelson – Hounded by the I.R.S., long-haired, not unacquainted with mood-altering chemicals, has played the same beat up guitar for forty (very) odd years…what could there not be to love? Of course, someone else who, judging from his sound, plays an old gutbox would be…
Jandek – Neil Young on acid. The tortured cries of a soul exposed to much trauma, free time and money. Has put out an enormous quantity of albums since 1978, without an interview (except for an exchange in Songs In The Key Of Z, with someone who never admitted to being him, but probably was, and a handful of letters to brave souls who entered into correspondence…), video, single, MP3 or concert. Cannot be stopped – but is approaching the shores of musicality (he likely won’t reach them, and is crying out from the edge of international waters by pop standards…). Forget wax and nipple clamps – gag your submissive so s/he cannot make enough sound to drown this out, then fasten headphones blaring his sounds under the head harness. They will get all the degradation and domination needed… (Almost forgot - Austin's Two Nice Girls, especially for I Spent My Last $10 on Birth Control and Beer - essential listening for a bearboybulldyke such as myself!)