Storytime With Texas Red

This is the true story of the most insane day of my entire life.

This is a story about a kid from a middle class home in Texas, who sometimes played by the rules, and sometimes made his own rules, which often resulted in unintended consequences. Forty years later he revealed a dark personal secret.

This is a story about my adventures as a solo resort musician and horse wrangler in the White Mountains of Arizona in 1975 and 1976.  The original title was "Mountain Madness," and that description still fits perfectly.

This is a story about alcohol and drug-fueled choices I made, that resulted in three cross-country moves in six years, a life-long nickname, a band that I'll never forget, a disturbing gig in Southern Indiana, and a series of abrupt and chaotic career changes.

This is a story about two brief moments in my life, and the profoundly memorable events that occurred during each one.

This is a true story about a drug, alcohol, and anger-fueled six-month marriage in crisis, a probable divorce, and a spontaneous side-trip to one of America's great party cities.

This is a true story about mental health, alcoholism, addiction, a blues band, and my catastrophic attempts at sobriety and recovery in 1983.

This is a story from 1983, about a hot Las Vegas blackjack dealer, an incident with a Porsche, an illegal cocktail, and a nightclub I haven't been able to find in decades.  It's another story I would pitch as "Leaving Las Vegas" meets "Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas."

This is a story about two days in Las Vegas in 1983.  I would pitch it as "Leaving Las Vegas" meets "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas."

A story about a blues band of young guys from Louisville, Kentucky, on the road to Macon, Georgia, to play their first high profile gig, not knowing what awaited them in that Southern town.

An age-old story of what happens when a band blows into town for a gig, and meets up with a fan who wants to hang with the lead singer.

This is a story about a frightening incident that occurred in 1976, when I was doing a solo gig at Sunrise Ski Resort on the Fort Apache Reservation in northeastern Arizona.