Fucking up, Steve Earle, Buck Owens, not being able to love a girl properly for more than 3 weeks, Bruce Springsteen, Patty Griffin, The Boss, Waylon Jennings, not being liked that much by my dad, Dwight Yoakam, that kickass Petty documentary, the Central California coast, Johnny Cash, that one Wallflowers record, Keith Gattis. Aimee Allen
Born at the foothills of the Appalachians. Chalybeate Springs, GA.
John Travis Howard, son of John Curtis Howard, son of John Louis Howard, son of James Monroe Howard, son of John Steven Howard, captain in the confederate army.
He fought valiantly for what he believed in. Hell, they all did -- sometimes right, sometimes wrong. Each generation added their piece to or took away from what was worth fight for.
Now it's my turn. I think Hummers are stupid but I drive an old Pontiac that gets 10 mpg downhill. I deride and malign people in power like I have any fuckin clue what they do or how they do it. I make fun of shallow Hollywood bullshit, but I look in the mirror every single day.
Not sure how this is gonna turn out....
ALBUM OF THE YEAR!!
This weekend I won $200 at blackjack, lost my cell phone in a cab, and watched my partner take home the biggest win we've had. We worked our asses off to write those songs and she has toured it tirelessly for a long time. And you can bet your ass that album 3 is gonna freak you out. Back to the grindstone.
Election weekend in chicago with the birthday girl. THanx Ronie
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