The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, January 25, 1979, Image 17

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The Battalion, Thursday, January 25, 1979
Intramurals. . .page 3
College Station Parks. . . page 4
Eric Taylor plays what
he feels
By Lyle Lovett
The place was the same as it had
been month after month for the last
few years, the same perceptive au
dience, the same leaky ceiling.
Drops of rain thumped as they hit a
bucket off-stage.
Eric Taylor was playing to a famil
iar crowd — a crowd that had al
ready heard two sets and was wait
ing for another. He began a song,
but was distracted by the irratic
thumping of the rain. He must have
wondered how anyone could tap
along so miserably. Halfway
through the first verse, he stopped
and started laughing.
“Is that the rain?” he continued
laughing. “Pm tryin’ to do the most
serious song I’ve ever written and
the elements are kickin’ my ass. It’s
rainin’ on my song.”
“You got me that time, Eric,” a
straining voice from the back of the
room called abruptly.
“I got you a long time ago,”
Taylor responded. “You old drunk,
I’ve got 50 years to get as drunk as
When Taylor began again, he
didn’t seem to mind as the drunk
sang along.
(continued on page 7)