It was Waco, Texas: 1978 or '79. I can't remember which. All I know is that there were a bunch of hippies out in the desert near my house. I kept on trying to shoo them off my damn property with my broom. Told them to go home and take a shower. But they were all staring at the sky and for all intents and purposes; completely ignoring me. But that's when I noticed it.

That sound. That...

It was Waco, Texas: 1978 or '79. I can't remember which. All I know is that there were a bunch of hippies out in the desert near my house. I kept on trying to shoo them off my damn property with my broom. Told them to go home and take a shower. But they were all staring at the sky and for all intents and purposes; completely ignoring me. But that's when I noticed it.

That sound. That God-awful music that makes my poor Country-Music-rooted heart palpitate like a chihuahua in Moscow. At first I thought it was a tornado. The wind started blowing and howlin', and I swore it was a freight train at first. But then as it approached from the sky, and the twinkley lights got too bright to look directly into, and the sound became clear; we all were introduced for the first time on earth to Felix Jones.