Today is my birthday and, as in other years, I tried to think of something different to do. I had read a couple of years back that Townes Van Zandt’s final resting place was somewhere in Fort Worth. If you’re a songwriter or from Texas you probably know that his work and life had a major impact on other songwriters and Texas music.
So I made a mental note back then to see if I could visit his gravesite someday, but I figured the cemetery was probably located in some far corner of the metroplex. I was partly right: it IS in a remote corner of Fort Worth, but it turns out to be MY corner. He is buried in a little “town” called Dido a few miles away from where I live! Needless to say I had to check it out.
So I went there today to pay my respects. True to his life, his tombstone is humble but has a stellar epitaph: “TO LIVES TO FLY”.
Other people had left momentos, and I left one of my favorite custom Broussard picks (made from cow horn).
One last note: Dido is apparently classified as a ghost town. I may have just found my different thing to do next year.