Juanita, by Sturgill Simpson.
I mean, I listened to this song (and the whole 27 minute album) another dozen times today, so I might as well go ahead and play it here. Didn’t really attempt Willie’s solo, which raises the question of how to solo in Willie’s style, and it’s something I should pick up if I can.
Also I should tune this guitar.
Long White Line, by Sturgill Simpson.
By my casual count, this is at least the third song of 82 involving an eighteen wheeler, which, honestly, doesn’t seem like enough.
I have no intentions of going full Convoy here, but also, the mystique of big rigs comes down a direct route from Smokey and the Bandit to a film school-era treatment I wrote for a sort of Mad Mad World in semis. Which was not the “meteor strikes in small town” script, although I think that was probably the one where the first treatment involved a talking dog reciting… Shakespeare? Because the meteor.
Anyway, I am a mark for a song about driving down the highway in a big truck, but also, for the way Sturgill Simpson belts out “Albuquerque, New Mexico” with unabashed pride on this song.
I lived in Albuquerque for a year — less than that if you consider the last couple months of that year were mostly in Taos — and loved it. There are mornings along at the Frontier with a breakfast burrito, sweet roll, and fresh orange juice that I still think about, not to mention that one place in the middle of Central with the chile relleno burrito, or El Patio, or the rest. (I did more there than eat, honest.)
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Messy guitar parts, and MIDI keyboard drums and bass after the fact.