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A
Tribute to Al Grierson |
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Al
was swept away in a creek during the hard rains last week. He was close to
the place he loved, Luckenbach. I first met Al when he came to my office
one summer. "I have some songs to play for you," he said. And
the next two hours I heard some beautiful poetry in some wonderful songs.
He played for a Senate retreat at Schreiner, the coffeehouse, the freshmen
experience and the Texas Heritage Living History Day in September. Al
would play railroad songs in honor of Jimmie Rodgers. He always wore the
hat--and he was proud of it. Al's
music always swept me away. He alludes to Yeats, the Bible, Blake and
other literary greats. He sang "Old Coyote" for my mythology
class, saying, "Ole Coyote, you're the fire in the water, the
diamonds in the cold, cold ground." The song goes on for abot twenty
minutes, interpreting Coyote as every trickster that ever existed in time.
My class loved it. This year, I'll just play his tape, one he recorded in
his bus for me. John
Krause, a musician who knew Al well, said, "He paints pictures with
this song. It's a movie." I think John really identifies with the
trickster, like many of us. As
the song plays in my office this wet Saturday night, I think about the
sudden loss of this wonderful man, this poet. I'm glad I had time with
him; I wish we had said goodbye. We did have one more conversation to
have, and we waited too long. Al
could be seen at the songwriters' circle at the Kerrville Folk Festival
each June. He loved getting the feedback from Steve Gillette. He
participated in campfires, always ready to sing a song and tell a story.
He left a sweetness in the big spring of life. Al
Grierson will join Blaze Foley, Glen Alyn, Townes Van Zandt, Buck Ramsey
and Roxy Gordon at a bigger campfire. I knew all these men well, and they
made a big difference in my life. Each distinct voice told a story that
will stay with me forever. Kathleen
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