My plan was to sit with David Brewbaker and ask him about all this work, all this music, all the recordings, everything that had been tugging at me since we met. He knew this tiny Vietnamese grocery with tables and the best Pho in town. We struck down a side road. Brewbaker?s songs are like that: the side road, the back path, you?ve been there, but not this way, exactly. It was good ? simple, honest food, and hotter than Houston in the middle of June, full of ox tails, beef ribs, tripe and somet