Wednesday 6 February 2008
it's gone and gotten good and proper western round here kind of by accident. i've read two in a row - provinces of night by william gay and no country for old men by cormac mccarthy and then saw the film of that one so i'm pardnerin' and m'amin' and hankerin' after some of them there larry mahans in a five all over the goddamn place. now y'all should know by now that i'm kinda susceptible to a western and them there modern ones well they do the job just as good. they're sad and brooding things but then so was them old uns when they went and done set their minds to it and they sure as hell have some scenery out there. after london it's just about my favourite bit of world all that arizona and nevada and california and new mexico although those border towns are hellish frightnin' (yes el centro i'm looking at you). i don't know much about mexico but i figure it must be awful harsh if they think across the border is the place to be. and i'm a sucker for anything with that sad as hell trumpet thing that creeps into most everything around there but then i've never been able to find any anywhere apart from calexico records. show me the way my friends if you know where it's at.
calexico - el picador
photos courtesy of south london's most wanted - the buckaroo kid