Having a beer last Wednesday night with friends, we toasted Fats Domino. With his death as our hinge, we talked about old rock, old pop, and old beer (PBR, Hamm’s, Rolling Rock, and Iron City, among them). Conversation veered to Buddy Holly and Richie Valens’ deaths, along with the other two band members that night. We couldn’t remember who’d given up their seat. The net was consulted; Waylon Jennings was the answer.

That surprised us. As Chris put it, “I wouldn’t have guessed Waylon Jennings in two thousand guesses.” No, we didn’t know that Waylon had played with the Crickets.

Anyway, I ended up inflicted with nostalgia. I awoke today with “Luckenbach, Texas,” streaming through my mind, “Luckenbach, Texas (Back to the Basics of Love),” to acknowledge its full title. It’s a song about being remembering a simpler life, and the dissatisfaction that success can sometimes bring.

Stream along with me, if you know it. Fake it, if you don’t.