The seeds in Townes Van Zandt’s hand are ground. What cannot be remembered can be remembered, the seeds are pulverized and bitterly soaked in beer. Glug glug is a sound, left in the throat by the ...

And Van Zandt’s addiction was the kind of risk he couldn’t avoid. Townes Van Zandt’s “Snake Song” opens with a first-person account of a snake warning its enemies. It’ll bite ...