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Missing Parsons

Happy Birthday Gram Parsons

About Me


Well, we did it. 4596 miles from coast to coast, from grave to the cradle.
We came in search of the spirit of Gram Parsons, and we found it everywhere we went, written on the walls of the places we stayed and on the faces of the people we met.
Chris learned that:
1) If you look hard enough for something you’ll find it eventually.
2) The kindness of strangers is boundless.
3) Waycross girls are every bit as pretty as he imagined they would be.
Joe learned that:
1) It’s okay not to like some music sometimes
2) Meeting interesting people is more important than going to interesting places.
3) Chris hates losing at pool.
The trip turned out better than we could ever have hoped – and that’s down to a whole load of people:
MySpace friends for your comments, messages and friendship.
Tom for making us look so good.
Mark & Martin for the enthusiasm and the loan of the camera.
Mike McCormack for ‘reaching out’ like only he can.
Nicola Di Tullio for not letting us chicken out.
Noah Harland for letting Joe go.
Mike Davies for being punk rock and for the gift of Tito’s Tacos.
Stacey for the invaluable motelling advice.
Terra Naomi for the good vibes and the even better baseball bat.
Paul Fox for reaching the parts of LA that other managers can’t reach.
Matthew and Brett for keeping it rolling.
Margo and Yvo Kwee for keeping the spirit alive in Joshua Tree.
Polly Parsons for liking what we do.
Shilah ‘The Fixer’ Morrow for her unswerving enthusiasm.
Mary Patton going along with it all.
Barber Judi for the number 17’s.
Jack Propps for making things happen.
John Carter Cash for opening his doors and letting us see the magic.
Phil Kaufman for helping Gram to stop smoking.
Michael ‘Mad Dog’ McRae for the advice and the discount.
Cliff and Lisa for not laughing at our golf swings.
Courtney Connor for more things than we could possibly list here.
Lily the Weimeraner for being warm on a cold night.
Josh who doesn’t bang dudes for his perfect smile.
Jack the metrosexual redneck for cozying up on the Scrambler.
Diane Hayman for the greatest southern hospitality ever. Bear and Precious for welcoming us into their home.
Dave Griffin and Billy Ray Herrin for the definitive Waycross experience.
Mark Holland for showing us what it means to be a true fanatic.
Liz & Zack for a wonderful send off
Johnny Cash, Glenn Campbell, Jimmy Webb, Neil Young, Elvis Presley, Billy Joel, Robert Johnson, Jeff Buckley and Charlie Daniels for their music and inspiration.
And lastly, but most importantly, Ingram Cecil Connor III. We hope you would have approved.

My Interests

Gram Parsons!

Music:

Gram Parsons, The Flying Burrito Bros, The International Submarine Band, The Shilos, The Byrds

Movies:

Grand Theft Parsons

Television:

Programmes about Gram Parsons

Books:

Hickory Wind, God's Own Singer, Road Mangler Deluxe

Heroes:

Gram Parsons, Emmylou Harris, Chris Ethridge, 'Sneaky' Pete Kleinow, Johnny Cash, Jon Corneal, Chris Hillman

My Blog

The news I could bring, I met up with The King - but not The Devil (Chris)

The following morning we headed south out of Memphis to Graceland, Elvis Presley's home from the age of twenty-two until his death in nineteen seventy-seven at the age of forty-two. It is located, app...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 07:38:00 PST

What's The Worst Job You Ever Had (Joe)

What's the worst job you've ever had? Abatoir assistant? Head of bed-pans at an old folks home? Michael Ball's roadie? Whatever it is, we've seen something that tops it...   The fabulous Courtney...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 12:16:00 PST

One Night in Nashville (Chris)

Nashville wasn't on the schedule at first, not least of all because Joe had been there before and hated it. I had also been there a few years previously and, rather predictably, fell in love with it (...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 09:18:00 PST

The Devil, The Fall, And Life After Death (Joe)

The Devil had failed to show, despite our preparations being so thorough (hell is, after all, in the detail), so we returned to the generic roadside motel whose name I've already forgotten. Was it the...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 09:17:00 PST

My Names Joe Harland, And I Approved This Message

Manners, we are told, are what separate us from the apes. This manifests itself in many ways  including the genteel way that the British advertise: "Try this  it's great" is probably the closest we ...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 12:39:00 PST

Listening Without Prejudice  Would That I Could (Joe)

Don't ever trust a man carrying a guitar. If there's one thing that life has taught me it's that a man with a guitar is only ever a millisecond away from whipping it out and playing it at you. Another...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 06:06:00 PST

Homo Patrol - Dodge City to Memphis (Chris)

We had stayed in Dodge City for no other reason than the anticipated satisfaction the following morning, with a screech of tyres and the smell of burning rubber, of being able to say 'Let's get the he...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:59:00 PST

Were Not In Kansas Anymore (Joe)

I get a lot of grief for being a slow driver, but I've never before been overtaken by a house. Or for that matter a shed.  US roads are bigger than British drivers are used to, and so, it follows...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:44:00 PST

Wichita Lines, Man

I don't believe in an interventionist God, but if I did I would kneel down and ask him if he had anything to do with the afternoon of Wednesday 25th October 2006  day eight of the trip. I mention thi...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 06:04:00 PST

Plains, Trains & Automobiles

We were travelling at eighty miles an hour. At a guess the train was doing 40 in the opposite direction. And it took over a minute to go past us. That's a long train. Over a mile of it. Enough to fill...
Posted by Missing Parsons on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:53:00 PST