Richard Buckner Advises On My Exes Over Cold Turkey Sandwiches, Tours

After months of efforts, I’ve finally dragged Richard Buckner, large-palmed troubadour, into the kitchen to explain my situation. I had arranged for plates of Thanksgiving leftovers, now nearly a week old, to compensate the singer for his time, and I explained that I was sorry to keep him. His hands grabbed the cold turkey sandwiches, topped with dripping cranberry sauce, like so much desert enveloping a forgotten ancient settlement. I plop a lump of potatoes and stuffing on his plate, and as I begin, he eagerly devours their crumbly contents.

“So it all started back in high school...”

Some hours pass. Through the tale, his expression moves from disinterested to curious to emotional to agitated to gleeful to solemn and somewhat unreadable.

“So, my new theory is that it’s all about control, but you know, I think I kinda get off on it. Is that wrong?”

Buckner looks up. He’s discovered the pumpkin pie I had been hiding in the fridge. It’s nearly gone.

“In my book... no... can you pass the gravy?”

Get some gravy and slop on all the fixings at these Richard Buckner tourdates:


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