DRY CRIK Journal

Driving en route to a gig in Galveston on the 16th, Jack stopped by before Ike’s landfall in the Gulf, a delightful visit for Robbin and I while he assessed the hurricane’s impact on his tour of Texas. It was forty some years ago when I first saw Jack at the Ashgrove, a true breath of fresh air for a country kid enveloped by asphalt and concrete when I was in school in Los Angeles.

Some twenty years later while in line for my first Poetry Gathering packet, I introduced myself to him in the Elko Convention Center. He’s a spry 77 years young, hopping in and out of my four-wheel drive, opening gates, as we checked some calving cows in the upper reaches of the ranch. One hopes to have his energy at his age!

Also be on the lookout for his new CD, a yet to be titled collection of Blues that demonstrates another range for Jack’s voice and style. He was off in the dark at six this morning in his rental car headed for Austin and his next performance at the University of Texas on the 18th where he will open for Guy Clark at the Texas Union Ballroom.