Chances are if you have any sense of Texas music history you’ll remember with fondness the Lubbock-origin Flatlanders–Butch Hancock, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Joe Ely. Or at least Jimmie Dale’s melancholy “Dallas,” (…”from a DC-9 at night”). They’ve all gone on to lots of other stuff, and even a reunion, but according to the summer issue of the excellent Tricycle magazine, the Buddhist quarterly, guess where they’ve wound up spiritually?
The story, “Roadhouse Yogi,” by Mary Talbot is an interesting read in its own right (registration is required, but you can get it at most newsstands) but especially for those interested in the permutations of Texans who have their heads somewhere other than in the back of their pants. Also a little insight into Lone Star couture:
Like a lot of Texas men, Gilmore wears T-shirts under long-sleeved shirts, narrrow-legged jeans and flat-heeled roper boots. Unlike a lot of Texan men, he drives a Prius hybrid sedan.
BTW, the July issue of D tallies the count of Priuses sold in Dallas-Forth Worth. And Hummers. But Jimmie Dale would NEVER drive a Hummer.
