In an attempt to lighten things up, again, I present a despondent, but emotionally acute song by James McMurtry. Many of you may be familiar with his father, Larry McMurtry, author of Lonesome Dove, The Last Picture Show, and numerous other works of fiction, screen credits and essays, as well as a recipient of the Pulitzer Prize (for Lonesome Dove).
I always hate it when someone is introduced as the son of someone famous, based on accolades received by that parent, because in the process, it gives the false impression that the person you are introducing hasn’t done anything of their own, as if the only reference you can make is to his parent’s accomplishments.
So, I heard this song on a disc, looked it up on YouTube (which turned out to be the exact same performance I have on disc) and will note that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, if you get my drift. I’m sure his father is proud.
If you like that, you might enjoy Cheney’s Toy.