Townes Van Zandt is finally getting the fame he’s due. To bad he’s not alive to see it.

“The most compelling scene in the music documentary “Heartworn Highways” takes place inside Townes Van Zandt’s ramshackle white trailer. It’s December 1975, and it’s chilly even in the central Texas Hills, so the legendary songwriter is wearing a brown suede coat and a white cowboy hat indoors. His dark eyes dance mischievously between his dark eyebrows and angular cheeks as he teases a neighbor, an aging blacksmith named Seymour Washington, about his consumption of whiskey. Washington claims he can take it or leave it, but the musician insists that his friend mostly takes it.” Link Link goes to article on the Chicago Tribune. Requires free registration.