The Legend or Brother Rosoe Pt. 1
It all began one hazy August morning in Dove Creek, Colorado when Preach woke to find his congregation had packed up and left while he was sleeping off a hangover. After spending his whole life on the revival circuit, first leading the hymns for his daddy’s church services, and then taking over preaching duties at the age of twenty-two when his father struck oil on their family ranch in Texas, Preach suddenly found himself abandoned. The congregation had overlooked his nightly binges until he began howling at the moon and talking incoherently in his sermons about having been raised by wolves. Church leadership had simply had enough, so they turned their backs on their leader and left in search of a new one.
In the meantime, his father’s oil strike had come to nothing but mud, and Preach’s father lost his ranch and died alone in a cheap motel room, a fact which continues to haunt Preach. With no job skills to speak of and no home or family, Preach hit the road with nothing but an acoustic guitar and his thumb. A failed preacher and would-be oil tycoon turned Troubadour, he spent years hitchhiking the country, going wherever passersby would take him, sleeping on the ground, drinking heavily, and singing for change or meals from anyone who would listen.
One fateful day, an old beat-up pickup truck pulled alongside Preach, and right there on a backroad in the Texas Hill Country, the paths of the Brothers Roscoe converged. The passenger of that truck introduced himself as Tip and asked Preach where he was headed. Preach responded, “Wherever you’re goin.” Tip told him to jump in the back and off they went with Hawk at the wheel. Later that evening, as fate would have it, the old pickup truck broke down, and the three were forced to spend the night in an abandoned, dilapidated stone building. After setting up camp for the night, Preach noticed Tip seemed rather downcast, so Preach, in his accustomed fashion, boldly asked him about it, and that’s where Tip’s story begins.
In the meantime, his father’s oil strike had come to nothing but mud, and Preach’s father lost his ranch and died alone in a cheap motel room, a fact which continues to haunt Preach. With no job skills to speak of and no home or family, Preach hit the road with nothing but an acoustic guitar and his thumb. A failed preacher and would-be oil tycoon turned Troubadour, he spent years hitchhiking the country, going wherever passersby would take him, sleeping on the ground, drinking heavily, and singing for change or meals from anyone who would listen.
One fateful day, an old beat-up pickup truck pulled alongside Preach, and right there on a backroad in the Texas Hill Country, the paths of the Brothers Roscoe converged. The passenger of that truck introduced himself as Tip and asked Preach where he was headed. Preach responded, “Wherever you’re goin.” Tip told him to jump in the back and off they went with Hawk at the wheel. Later that evening, as fate would have it, the old pickup truck broke down, and the three were forced to spend the night in an abandoned, dilapidated stone building. After setting up camp for the night, Preach noticed Tip seemed rather downcast, so Preach, in his accustomed fashion, boldly asked him about it, and that’s where Tip’s story begins.
The Legend of brother roscoe pt. 2
As a youngster, Tip had an affinity and natural talent for music and storytelling, and his favorite hiding places were the tops of trees and seemingly insurmountable hills and cliffs. His mama, who was also given to storytelling, used to speculate that he turned into an Eagle and flew up to his hiding places way up high, keeping just out of reach. At the age of ten, she’d given him the nickname “Tip-Top,” which was eventually shortened it to “Tip.”
Living in the hill country of South Texas, Tip was always an outcast and loner, largely because of his overly stylish dress and outlandish statements made at the top of his voice while drunk in local bars. Tip, while undeniably handsome and talented, was always going on about how he was going to “soar with the eagles” one day. This, coupled with his loud, raucous music and outrageous lyrics, earned him far more enemies than fans.
Many years later, with several failed rock-n-roll bands notched in his leather belt, Tip found himself broke and living in his girlfriend’s trailer. When the daily drinking and lack of income finally proved too much for their relationship, the dormant volcano finally erupted and the two parted ways. To make matters worse, his lover was later found shot to death in her toolshed behind the trailer. Needless to say, everyone jumped to the conclusion that Tip was the murderer. However, there could be found no evidence that would stick, and Tip once again found himself just out of reach, this time of the law instead of his mother. He then high-tailed it out of town, searching for a hiding place high enough to heal his broken heart. His search led him to Fort Smith, Arkansas, where he encountered an extremely well-dressed but mysterious man that folks called Hawk.
Living in the hill country of South Texas, Tip was always an outcast and loner, largely because of his overly stylish dress and outlandish statements made at the top of his voice while drunk in local bars. Tip, while undeniably handsome and talented, was always going on about how he was going to “soar with the eagles” one day. This, coupled with his loud, raucous music and outrageous lyrics, earned him far more enemies than fans.
Many years later, with several failed rock-n-roll bands notched in his leather belt, Tip found himself broke and living in his girlfriend’s trailer. When the daily drinking and lack of income finally proved too much for their relationship, the dormant volcano finally erupted and the two parted ways. To make matters worse, his lover was later found shot to death in her toolshed behind the trailer. Needless to say, everyone jumped to the conclusion that Tip was the murderer. However, there could be found no evidence that would stick, and Tip once again found himself just out of reach, this time of the law instead of his mother. He then high-tailed it out of town, searching for a hiding place high enough to heal his broken heart. His search led him to Fort Smith, Arkansas, where he encountered an extremely well-dressed but mysterious man that folks called Hawk.
The legend of brother roscoe pt. 3
The origins of the man known as Hawk are shrouded in mystery. There is, in fact, no record of his existence. However, Hawk tells the story as follows:
After weeks of waking up in a cold sweat from a recurring dream in which an eagle and a wolf were chasing him, Hawk found himself compelled to go out on the town, something he never did. With his back to the wall in a darkened corner of a bar called the “The Big Dipper,” Hawk was downing shots of his favorite cheap whiskey and trying to interpret his dream and understand why he’d felt the compulsion to join the barflies. Then in walked a man dressed in the scruffy manner of both a country boy and a rock-n-roller. After ordering a beer, he walked over to Hawk, explained that he preferred to sit with his back to the wall where he could “see the door,” and asked Hawk if he’d mind a little company. Hawk was about to politely decline when he spotted the Colorado Kool-Aid, one of his own favorites, in the man’s hand. Hawk accepted his offer and the two dove headfirst into an evening of debauchery and storytelling.
Hawk explained that he played bass; however, because of his antisocial personality, he’d never found band members he could tolerate, so his music had been largely undiscovered. Since neither of them had anything to lose, the two decided they would give music a go one more time, and they jumped into Hawk’s beat-up old pickup truck and that very night hit the road back to Texas where Tip hoped to take advantage of the few bridges he’d left unburned.
As they were driving through Texas, Hawk’s truck began slipping out of gear, a problem which Hawk admitted had been going on for some time, and the two were forced to spend the night in in a cotton field outside San Antonio. Around the campfire that night, Hawk recounted his recurring dream of the eagle and the wolf. He explained that, given Tip’s affinity for eagles and the origin of his nickname, he believed the eagle in the dream was Tip. He admitted, however, that he could not as yet explain the wolf. In that moment, Tip realized where Hawk’s name had come from, a fact that Hawk himself seemed unable to explain: Hawk could see the future. Hawk was a seer.
The next day, after getting Hawk’s old truck up and running, Hawk and Tip came upon a hitchhiking troubadour with a guitar in his hand and a Lone Star in his back pocket.
After weeks of waking up in a cold sweat from a recurring dream in which an eagle and a wolf were chasing him, Hawk found himself compelled to go out on the town, something he never did. With his back to the wall in a darkened corner of a bar called the “The Big Dipper,” Hawk was downing shots of his favorite cheap whiskey and trying to interpret his dream and understand why he’d felt the compulsion to join the barflies. Then in walked a man dressed in the scruffy manner of both a country boy and a rock-n-roller. After ordering a beer, he walked over to Hawk, explained that he preferred to sit with his back to the wall where he could “see the door,” and asked Hawk if he’d mind a little company. Hawk was about to politely decline when he spotted the Colorado Kool-Aid, one of his own favorites, in the man’s hand. Hawk accepted his offer and the two dove headfirst into an evening of debauchery and storytelling.
Hawk explained that he played bass; however, because of his antisocial personality, he’d never found band members he could tolerate, so his music had been largely undiscovered. Since neither of them had anything to lose, the two decided they would give music a go one more time, and they jumped into Hawk’s beat-up old pickup truck and that very night hit the road back to Texas where Tip hoped to take advantage of the few bridges he’d left unburned.
As they were driving through Texas, Hawk’s truck began slipping out of gear, a problem which Hawk admitted had been going on for some time, and the two were forced to spend the night in in a cotton field outside San Antonio. Around the campfire that night, Hawk recounted his recurring dream of the eagle and the wolf. He explained that, given Tip’s affinity for eagles and the origin of his nickname, he believed the eagle in the dream was Tip. He admitted, however, that he could not as yet explain the wolf. In that moment, Tip realized where Hawk’s name had come from, a fact that Hawk himself seemed unable to explain: Hawk could see the future. Hawk was a seer.
The next day, after getting Hawk’s old truck up and running, Hawk and Tip came upon a hitchhiking troubadour with a guitar in his hand and a Lone Star in his back pocket.