My Uncle Mark was our curator of all things cool musically. I remember hearing him play The Doors one summer while I was staying at my Grandmothers house. I was probably 12 or 13 at the time. In the rare instance that the stereo was playing anything other than Fleetwood Mac or Stevie Nicks, one could get quite an education musically. I never had air conditioning growing up and the summers were long and hot in our second story apartment. My grandmother always had a supply of spaghettios, cokes and air conditioning, the holy trinity of summer as far as I was concerned. I heard Mark play the Soft Parade more than the other Doors records and to this day there are songs on that abum that I consider to be my favorites. When I was a teenager Mark often refered to me as Wild child in referance to the song on the album. His assessment was entirely correct. I was indeed a wild child, probably more so than most people knew. I would l...
This is the story of a city slicker who freaked out and moved to west Texas to recycle a house. Names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Sometimes there will be farm projects, sometimes its just me pontificating. I will however always try to make it interesting.