A couple of weeks ago, I went to the Alamo Draft House (Beer, Gourmet Pizza, and Independent Film) here to see a documentary film about Townes Van Zandt. I did not own a single cut from this fella's large and relatively unnoticed discography. The film, Be Here to Love Me, has been stuck in my throat for the last couple weeks. Please do yourself a favor: Watch this film and listen to any of the early recordings from this guy. And if you are planning to drive anywhere in Texas further than 45 minutes away, please do not do so before requesting that I burn you a mix and overnight it to you. I am expecting at least one person to respond to my offer. You may be the first lucky one.

If you're interested:

Highway Kind

By townes van zandt

My days, they are the highway kind
They only come to leave
But the leavin’ I don’t mind
It’s the comin’ that I crave.
Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
And fill the spinnin’ sky.

Time among the pine trees
It felt like breath of air
Usually I just walk these streets
And tell myself to care.
Sometimes I believe me
And sometimes I don’t hear.
Sometimes the shape I’m in
Won’t let me go.

Well, I don’t know too much for true
But my heart knows how to pound
My legs know how to love someone
My voice knows how to sound.
Shame that it’s not enough
Shame that it is a shame.
Follow the circle down
Where would you be?

You’re the only one I want now
I never heard your name.
Let’s hope we meet some day
If we don’t it’s all the same.
I’ll meet the ones between us,
And be thinkin’ ’bout you
And all the places I have seen
And why you where not there.