Well Townes wanted to talk to St. Peter, so he went on over to the bar. He asks St. Peter for a shot of the best whisky he has. St. Peter looks over his shoulder, and the bottles stretch toward the horizon as far as the eye could see. St. Peter flies down a few hundred yards and pulls out a dusty old bottle of 300 year old and comes back with it. Then Butch woke up.
Death has a strange way of bringing people together.
Happiness through sorrow. Townes dark and dreary voice and stories coming out of that body wearing a jubilant and brightly colored shirt. The screen then came down for Townes singing on the Texas Connection. Townes once joked at a concert that he could tell when he reached middle age because his friends would be divided down the middle, half alive and half dead. Here s to one giant leap closer to middle age, Townes.