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music & the movies

Thanksgiving weekend was its usual fun, freezing cold time in Franklin. Daddy came in second in his age division in the Habitrot for the third year in a row (hooray, daddy!), Mom made a wonderful meal as usual, and we went to our usual Thanksgiving-afternoon biopic. This year's was a no-brainer; we all wanted to see Walk the Line, so that's what we did. I thought it was good - Phoenix did the impossible in singing Johnny Cash's songs, and Nashville girl Reese Witherspoon was really strong as June Carter. Thoroughly enjoyable and also a hoot to see Shooter Jennings playing his daddy.

Back in Austin, I finally got my hands on a copy of Lubbock Lights, a fantastic documentary on the musical history of the city of my birth. The filmmaker asks why such a boring/desolate/isolated/homogeneous/pick-your-adjective-to-say-dull place has produced so many incredible singers and songwriters. It is really good and definitely worth watching, although at times it seems more like the story of The Flatlanders than of Lubbock music in general - there's almost no mention of Buddy Holley or Waylon Jennings. Still, if you have any connection at all to the wide open skies of West Texas and/or the Texas music those skies inspire, you'll enjoy the story. And the cinematography. There's just something about those flat cotton fields under those big, blue skies that makes me feel at home in a way nothing else can.

Now, if I could just find a copy of Lubbock or Leave It before leaving for the Congo, my year of documentaries about Lubbock will be complete (cf The Education of Shelby Knox).


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