RIP Homer Henderson, one of the great Texas musical nutjobs (and I mean that as the highest form of compliment). I met Homer the first time I went to Dallas, literally a block from where he got his stage name (the intersection of Homer and Henderson streets). He was always around. He knew music backward and forward, like all great Texas musicians. And he definitely had a screw loose, which made him highly entertaining. I miss talking to him in some hot beer garden while a band played in the background. Homer was one of those crazy geniuses they aren’t making any more of.