And when it rains, it's a hard driving rain and again, the cotton is gone. Hailstones as big as baseballs beat down everything you own. The wind is up and the sky is red; there is no place to hide. You hide underground when the big winds blow, alone with your pride.
Is it really unexpected that we, in the Texas panhandle, are God fearing? It shows up in our music as a protest to God. It is hard driving like the rain, forceful like the wind, lonely as a cotton row beneath a million miles of sky. However, it is as gentle as a breeze, spiritual as our sunsets, and rhythmic as an African work chant in a cotton-picking cottonfield. Our music can't be explained. It is felt in the collective unconsciousness of border line misery.
Nowlin Tubbs
Littlefield musician
Cary Swinney
Lubbock songwriter
The sunbird sings in the silver valley
and a song drifts in through the clouds down tornado alley.
The sunbird sings and freedom rings.
The valley moon may shine but not in my eyes.
I'm gonna fly...
I'm gonna fly...
Kimmie Rhodes
Austin Songwriter originally from Lubbock
(from her song "I'm Gonna Fly"---CD West Texas Heaven)
All the people of the world are members of the supernatural family! Some of them know it and others do not. The holy books tell us that we humans are, in reality, supernatural creatures with the ability to become conscious of our own Divinity.
Tommy Hancock
West Texas songwriter, philosopher and patriarch of the Supernatural Family Band
(personal note printed on a 1970 Supernatural Family Band album)
