StardustWillie NelsonApril 17, 1978Columbia Records On the back cover of my father’s copy of Stardust, Willie Nelson smiles, soft-focus mountains rising in the distance. It is magic hour, and his paragraphs, drawn drunk, fill the sky with haphazard loops and curves. Most of it is covered in Sharpie, illegible. But if I tilt the record toward the light, his ballpoint script shines through. “We just cling together.” “Apologizing with no mercy.” “Catholicism.” “Baby.” “Youth.” I think about my mother as I […]

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