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I have to say I didn't really care for his music nor the Drugstore Cowboy thing he was partly responsible for.
He opened up his clubs and suddenly we were overrun with people who have never sat on a horse or charged by a bull wearing pressed jeans, boots, huge belt buckles and cowboy hats with those ridiculous feathered hatbands, all going to the club on Saturday nights to line dance and do the bunny hop.
Yeah, I know, I can't blame him for that - he had an idea that was so successful, that shit went nationwide.
Anyways, he's dead.
I had a girl drag me to The Lonesome Cowboy in Modesto once. In the parking lot, I noticed a lot of sedans and damned few pickups, and none of those had anything in the back that showed it was owned by anybody that worked on a farm or ranch. Not a one of them was sporting a ball hitch or had a 5th wheel mount in the bed.
The place was packed. I mean packed packed. Down at the far end, there were a few guys showing off for their girlfriends on the mechanical bull and on the dance floor was a bunch of people line dancing - both men and women. Looked gay as hell to me.
I had one beer and left. I don't know what happened to the girl I came with. I never heard from her again.
