Rob tries to marry the seemingly incompatible archetypes of Southern gentleman and indie rock aficionado together, which basically means listening to everything Jeff Tweedy has ever recorded. He frequently monopolizes jukeboxes while holding a craft brew or snobby bourbon and pontificating about the Astros. Rob is a recovering salesman, and his wife Michelle is a much better violinist that she would tell you. Together, they enjoy alternating in the role of sous chef for one another, and when they're tired of that, they gorge themselves at one of the many taquerias Houston has to offer.
Satire creates an outsized reality to expose a deeper truth; GCB creates and outsized reality in order to use up every cent of the set design and costuming budgets.
A well-selected soundtrack can elevate a meager narrative, ho-hum acting, or clunky dialogue. Listen closely.
I began to realize that everything I’d built up in the healthy years was a gift God might now be withdrawing. He’d kept the receipt, apparently.
Our desire for a front porch is threatening to overrule safe, smart thinking. We want to see our neighbors, and be seen by them.
These are dark days, friends. The mercury screams past 80 degrees, cackling as it goes, and we are without respite. How long, oh Lord, must we leave our lightweight fabrics in the closet? I’ve been thinking a lot about the article that Stephanie Gehring wrote here about dressing for Lent. It was challenging to examine [...]
The family gathers at the home of the patriarch. Bitterness is in the air. The son-in-law is wounded. He’s suffered another in a series of emotional and physical assaults from the patriarch. The patriarch is firm; the assault was simply the younger man’s fault, he insists. His daughter finally coaxes an eye-rolling apology from him. [...]
Sometimes it’s more important to listen to the music that needs listeners than the music that everyone listens to.
Hank Williams’s daughter, Jett, and a new collection of his music force a revaluation of the legend of “that lovesick blues boy.”