I haven’t posted anything for a while; so let’s break out some oldies… Here’s Townes. In Austin, and in songwriting circles elsewhere, he’s attained mythological stature. I knew him as the really great songwriter who could drink more than anyone I’ve ever been around and still function. Townes pushed the Inspiration/Intoxication dichotomy as far as it could be pushed, to its logical conclusion. Townes had a wicked gleam in his eye. He was alive, as much as anyone. He was a rare poet with a sardonic wit. He was a Pisces, like me. I understood and liked him, a lot.