A Foggy Little Morning In Crazeysburg!

Yep, that’s a 1954 powder blue pickup! I guess you can tell what I’ve been doing nonstop around here — writing that novella! (1954 Powder Blue Pickup)

It is now at 20,000 words, and I won’t say that “there is no end in sight” but there is still a lot to get down on paper, so I’m thinking it could be 30,000 words by the time it’s finished.

I just find this all so fascinating. I was well into writing the new novel, Thug Luckless: Welcome to P-Town, when I suddenly began writing 3 new erotic stories in a row: “Score,” “Half-Moon Bride,” and now  1954 Powder Blue Pickup — totaling 37,000 words (so far).

That is quite a sudden deluge — to break away from a novel and have all that stuff start pouring out. I’m not complaining, though. It has been so much fun.

And just as an update — Abstract Absurdity Productions is still on hiatus. Not just because I’m suddenly writing all this other unexpected stuff, plus still trying to get the final print edition for The Guitar Hero Goes Home to look right, but also because Peitor’s been dealing with horrendous weather conditions in Los Angeles (horrible wild fires, which also cause smoke and smog, and a heat wave hovering around 115 degrees Fahrenheit), plus he has a whole crop of new records and new singers that are getting released, and he’s gone down to Laguna Beach to try to get a break from all of it.

But as soon as life gets sort of back to something that feels like normal, we will resume production.

Meanwhile, I’m just enjoying the uninterrupted hours and hours and hours of working on the new story while I can.

And that’s pretty much all that’s going on right now. So I’m gonna get some yoga done here and then get back to the new story.

I hope that you have a thoroughly terrific Thursday underway, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting. I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from this morning — in my opinion, it’s the best song Dwight Yoakam has ever written, even though he has written a lot of great songs. But this one is my favorite: “Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room” from his massively popular album of the same name from 1988. And featuring the amazing Flaco Jiménez on accordion.

Flaco Jiménez is one of the true  mainstays of Tejano music and was also a member of that incredible super-group of Texan musicians, The Texas Tornadoes!! I loved those guys.

(In fact, I will add the incredible version of “Across the Borderline” that  Flaco Jiménez recorded with John Hiatt back in the early 90s, on his album Partners, just for your listening pleasure!) (The song was written by Ry Cooder, John Hiatt, and Jim Dickinson, sometime in the 1980s, and you probably know it because everyone imaginable has recorded it but Flaco’s is, hands down, my favorite version.)

Okay, and I will also add a delightfully dirty little Tejano song by The Texas Tornadoes, “Who Were You Thinking Of When We Were Making Love Last Night?” from the late 1980s, as well.

Okay, gang. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!!  I love you guys. See ya!!


“Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room”

She wore red dresses
with her black shining hair
She had my baby
and caused me to care
Then coldly she left me
to suffer and cry
Oh, she wore red dresses
and told such sweet lies

I never knew him
but he took her away
On my knees like a madman
for vengeance I prayed
While the pain and the anger
destroyed my weak mind
She wore red dresses
and left the wounded behind

I searched til I found them,
then I cursed at the sight
Of their sleeping shadows
in the cold neon light
In the dark morning silence
I placed the gun to her head
Oh, she wore red dresses,
but now she lay dead…

© 1988 Dwight Yoakam

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