East Texas

East Texas
And left my self-respect, on down the road I guess. And they won't catch me. I planned my getaway. And things are lookin' great 'cause it's a one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight..."Longneck"by The Von Ehrics*

The raucous vocals and jackhammer drum lines of Texas punk / country combo band The Von Ehrics seems magically conjured by the surrounding mosh pit of metal, concrete, and humanity. The driving chops pulse through my head with an intensity that nearly matches the staccato cadence of the Victory Cross Roads' 106-cubic inch V-twin. Under a Texas-sized mid-morning sun, piston strokes, ringing guitar riffs, and a heavy wrist push me further along the incessant stream of traffic on Interstate 35, taking me away from San Antonio's oppressive suburban sprawl.

All that s**t I disrespect is getting old too...

And the grip around my neck, keeps me loaded...