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[f4f3]

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[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Also known as Lorne Suasage, and the breakfast food of the gods. Made out of pink and white bits, comes either in a rectangular block of the requisite length (in the Barras market I think you can buy it by the foot), or sliced into 1/4 to 1/2 inch slices about 4 inches wide on the bottom tapering to around 3 and a half on top.

Quality ranges from wonderful (Ormsay beef square being my favourite) to Spam (pink lint) on steroids.

Best served on a Morton's crusty roll or a Plain outsider, with lashings of butter.

I will try to hunt up the link I used to have to the Square Sausage and Irn Bru Virtual Vending Machine.

[deililly.livejournal.com]

I just had square sausage for lunch. And a cup of tea. Feeling warm and happy now! :)

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

I'm so jealous - on the other hand, I'm heading out to lunch shortly, so I'll be warm and happy too...

[parthenia14.livejournal.com]

Also, my granny used it to make the best stovies in the world ever,and I wish I'd concentrated more when watching her.

Townes van Zandt?? Who?

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There was a whole slew of singer-songwriters out of Texas in the eary Seventies - Guy Clark and Townes were two of them. I came to Townes through Steve Earle, who went to Austin when he was 14 to play in coffee houses, and ended up learning at Townes' feet. As he said, a great teacher but a hell of role model. His "Live From The Old Quarter" is my favourite live album of all time, and his songs are mostly sad, mostly quiet, and just beautiful. Kind of like Nick Drake without the fey element, like someone who, as the Guardian said a few years back, wasn't just friends with the devil, but was on first name terms with him, rolled up to his poker parties, got drunk and slept on his sofa. He died before his time, drink and drugs mostly, and has had more CDs released since his death than before it.

Steve Earle wrote a lovely song about him, "The Fort Worth Blues", which he segues with Townes' "Rex's Blues" on his own live album, "Just An American Boy".

As Steve says at the end of the song, "See you when I get there, maestro."