This is now the [insert outrageous number]th time I’ve attempted to write a blog post about Orville Peck. Let’s hope this one isn’t a 10,000 word opus. (However, if you are interested in reading that, DM me. Only kind of kidding.)

We’ll start with the housekeeping:
* Am now an OP Evangelist – Jobs I took in 2022 that I didn’t plan on.
* I fell into the rabbit hole… I live here now. It’s weird. I like it.
* Don’t tell me you like all music, but not country. Just give OP a listen. We’ll talk about that voice, and the range, and the insane list of obvious influences. Then tell me you like music again.
* Be glad you aren’t my neighbors. Those peeps have been listening to not just Bronco, but the entire catalog since April. On loop. Several hours a day. And my door is always open.

And now for the Thank Yous:
** Huck thank you for adjusting your Coachella schedule to check OP out on my behalf. Even bigger thank you for sending me the video that convinced me drive to San Diego after a delayed red-eye to see him in my new favorite music venue, Humphrey’s. 

**Pawntra, you find your way onto this blog for some hilarious reasons and I live for it. Thank you for being my ‘live music of any variety at anytime’ buddy, for being patient when I told you we could chill in the picnic tables at Palomino Festival and then low-key freaked out and needed to be like 7 feet away, and for taking that sneaky-ass video of me having the best day ever! Also, for being total Event People with me and discussing everything that was done well and otherwise at the inaugural festival. And for introducing me to jalapeños in rosé!

**Malty, thank you for entertaining (and hosting) a late-night Stagecoach Livestream that included more laughs and nipples than I’m certain either of us would have guessed. Vudoo I’m sorry that you missed likely the only Sunday Night Dinner that’s ever going to include “your music.”

Where was I going with this?

Right, right, right. This is my… “It seems ridiculous that I haven’t done an OP blog post yet, so these are my favorite songs off Bronco” post. 

Favorite is kind of a silly word… on any given day any song could be my “favorite.” 

“Hexie Mountains”
Maybe you’d learn to live with what’s inside your head.

We’ll just pretend that I really dig the bluegrass and skip over the feelings part cause I’m the poster human for Virgos. So, yeah, favorite. 

“Trample Out the Days” 
This song absolutely destroys me. Wrecks me. Dead. And listening to it on loop (I did spare the neighbors here and used headphones!) I wrote one of my favorite scenes that I’ve written. So thanks… and also FU dude!

“City of Gold”
All that I want is a kind heart to haunt

My only connection to Johannesburg is having been trapped in Heathrow during an airline strike with a bunch of private school kids. They were delightful. All I Can Say–don’t be surprised if there’s a tattoo in the near future. (Also, yes, I know what I did there. It’s not even the lamest thing I’ve done today.)

I don’t know if this post makes any more sense than the others I wrote but if you need to talk to someone about Orville Peck, I’m here.

And for the love of art — go to a show. It’s some of the finest musical theater I’ve seen. (Also, shoutout to the queen Bria Salmena! Massive #girlcrush)

And, with that, I end with some @tlcurtis #srirachaart.
Because when your whole wheat lavash bread sriracha swirl looks like a cowboy hat, you just have to lean in!