There is a kind of song, a genre if you will, I have come to label as Booze Enablers. Here’s one by Hayes Carll, a ridiculously unknown & unappreciated genius of a songwriter:
“Do you think that I could stay in town with you? / It’s thirty miles to my place & I’m feeling tired and blue.”
Charlie Robison’s Middle of the Night is another one that you’ll have to beg, borrow, or steal. “Can you tell me why I can’t find the door?”
Ach. So many boozy nights, so much money poured down a bottomless hole. Can’t say as I’d change a thing, unless it was everything I could change, and then
where who would I be?
Now I shall pour another two-fingers-and-one-cube and turn down the lights and cue up Neko Case. Which reminds me, I feel pity towards those who don’t buy the whole album…without the whole album, you’d never know Louisiana Stripes and the need to play that late at night on a two-lane with a cool one sweating in the console trying to decide if 5mph over the limit is okay around these parts or not.