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It’s a long way from the Pink Pussy Cat

During the buffalo trade, Mobeetie was the mother city of the Panhandle. They called it Hidetown, because everyone lived in little condos of buffalo hide. Then it was known as Sweetwater, for a nearby river. It grew fast, with more permanent structures sprouting like weeds, especially saloons and dance halls. …

Noir at the Bar Austin Gets a New Home

Thursday, May is noir night at Threadgill’s. Join me and my pals to hear a couple of new murder ballads in my repertoire and hear real, live authors read their new books. I’ll be kicking things off with my guitar and our host with the most, ace bookseller Scott Montgomery, …

Noir at the Bar Monday May 12, repost

UPDATE: MAY 13, 2014: Thanks to all of you who attended our event last night. Had a great time. After the intro by Scott Montgomery, the BookPeople / MysteryPeople / Number one Austin bookseller, played a couple of songs, starting with one I haven’t played in a while, “Girl From Armageddon,” …

Me & Kato & Marcia Clark who prosecuted his landlord, that 2-initial thug who (temporarily) escaped the long hairy arm of the law

  Here’s the youtube link of Kato and me. For the explanation as to how this came about, scroll to the bottom of the post. It’s interesting, but not the main reason I posted this. Kato Kaelin wishes Lois happy Valentines Day, 2005. Thank goodness for youtube and fleeting fame …

CAT WILL TAKE YOUR ASS OUT

I’ve been checking out drawing apps for iPad, so these little jpegs are just doodles; on the other hand, I kinda like them. Most of them are called “Blues Cat” because one of the two protagonists on my novella in progress is called The Blues Cat. Hope to get this …

Noir blues weekend

RA-howlin-wolf2012-3webThanks everybody who came out to Opal Devine’s last night for Noir at the Bar. We had cool music from Chris Hoyt (and I played a pretty cool song too), fine readings from Barry Graham, Jonathan Wood, Peter Farris and myself. For me the definite highlight was Peter Farris’ reading …