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That's what I'm talking about! And
there's Tony Alva, Jim Thompson,
Darby Crash, and the Black
Dahlia... Not to mention Merle
Haggard. God damn, I love this
state! Leo Fender John! Leo
"Fucking" Fender!
Comment by
Chuck Prophet
4/6/2007 @ 9:32 pm
Reno, you've won me over. Chuck's
right, too. The Fender plant down
in Fullerton; how could I forget
that; or how much the whole
Bakersfield thing played on my
imagination as a kid? My wife and I
went to Rincon Point, one of the
places you mentioned. It sang to
me. What a beautiful piece of earth
and sea. The night before our dog
had run away and we were so glad
when she came back the next morning
that we all went together. It was
great. I love the food here, too.
The burritos and, especially, the
carnitas and tamales. I miss the
heritage stuff alot but you are
right Reno: imagination trumps all
of that; even Faulkner and O'Connor
would have agreed with you about
that. I will be honest, I am
obsessed with the old Missions here
and the ghosttowns. We don't have
that kind of stuff back home at
all. To be honest and forthright,
I'm touched that you addressed this
to me and even though we've yet to
go fishing I know I've found a
friend on this brink thing.
Comment by
johnmurry
4/8/2007 @ 11:42 am
And just in case Dan Vinik want's
to get all Arizona pride on us. I
should also mention that we've got
the Manson family. Or what's left
of 'em.
Comment by
Chuck Prophet
4/8/2007 @ 12:01 pm
Hey John if it wasn't for you and
that Waylon article I never would
have found The Brink. Now since I
cashed in my Brinkos I'm telling
all my friends I'm a professional
writer...I owe it all to you man!
You take care of business up
there and we'll go fishing when we
go fishing. And when we do I'll
tell you my Buck Owens story.
Comment by
Brian
4/9/2007 @ 8:44 am
I guess I'm commenting on a
long-dead thread, but better late
and all that.
I consider most Californians
my Western brethren. And maybe Hwy
101 really is the boundary line
between the fruits and the nuts --
who knows. I do know, though, that
California has the same history of
mining, ranching, logging, and
other delectable forms of land rape
as the other Western states.
And when it comes to the Old
West, California has as many or
more tales to tell -- even in the
now trendy uber-cosmopolitan West
Coast. Wyatt Earp fled Tombstone,
Arizona and settled in San Diego.
Another Earp brother settled in San
Bernardino, I believe. Mark Twain
wrote about Calaveras County, but
also spent the coldest winter of
his life during a San Francisco
summer. Black Bart lived in San
Francisco and carried out his
legendary stagecoach robberies in
the rural areas west of SF. Richard
Henry Dana wound up in the
primitive Western town of Los
Angeles after his Two Years Before
The Mast. When we speak of
America's first mining boom of 1849
-- hence the 49ers -- we refer to
California.
So I think you should feel
safe, Reno, with the dirt between
your toes, living with the salt of
the earth in the wilds of
California.
Comment by
Jim A Parks
11/4/2007 @ 3:37 pm
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