Music is nature's language. What it is telling you is to shut up for once and listen.


When you look at Townes van Zandt photos you can clearly see he was never one of the happy ones. Its plane to see. I bet he was a depressing baby. Just looking at people and sighing .



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Towns Van Zandt - Dead flowers

Townes van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that."

that was an Steve Earl quote from a trailer of a documentary about Townes van Zandt, and the first time I ever heard the name of this Texan troubled troubadour . I remember thinking to myself, with diehard fans like that he must be something special. Might as well look him up. Well, I wasn’t disappointed.


I love the genre of the singer songwriters. Not a huge fan of country or general garden variety blues. Not that I don’t like it, I just don’t have that much patience these days. The southern rhythm is a bit too laid back for me.

And this is where Townes van Zandt greatest talent, perfect timing. Perfect pitch is easy, and can be learnt, but perfect timing, that is a real skill to be proud of, and Townes had just that. With some strange guitar riffs, a picking arpeggio here and there and a slow singing pace which is not too slow, but definitely not running to anywhere else. He is here and he is not happy with it.

I would never recommend heroin, but it hasn't hurt my record collection" – Bill Maher

When you look at Townes van Zandt photos you can clearly see he was never one of the happy ones. Its plane to see. I bet he was a depressing baby. Just looking at people and sighing .

He did not die of years of substance abuse. He died of years of substance use, and when you listen to the songs you understand the medicinal value of those substances. He's one of those people you say, ok, you are right, here's some heroin. If it won't help it will not do any worse damage then what was done already.

And you're sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby day
I'll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away

One of the beautiful things about Townes van Zandt is that he was not just your normal whining junky. It was more of the Irish drunk style junkie, who doesn’t really live in reality but once in a while comes to visit and brings with him tales of unbelievable events and people. In the old western tradition it is called "tall tales" and Townes has to him that air of traditional charming country folklore.

The poets tell how pancho fell,
And lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends we're told
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for lefty too
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old

Whiskey'd be my dying bed
Tell me where to lay my head
Not with me is all she said
Early in the morning

Did I mention he had a half-wolf half-husky called Geraldine? Tell me it is not perfect.i love it when the poetry leaks from someones work to his life, or the other way around for that matter. half wolf. Geraldine. brilliant. life is indeed brilliant. sometimes too brilliant. maybe that's why he needed to hide in the shade of a spoon.


Heartworm highway
Dead flowers
Cocaine blues
Tower song
Black widow blues

Rolling stones (Dead flowers)