Brush With Local Greatness, Vol. 2 : Ken Bethea of the Old 97’s

Ken-Bethea

When I got to Ken Bethea’s house, I didn’t know where I was. My son had got­ten invited to a birth­day party for a lit­tle girl in his Mother’s Day Out pro­gram and all I saw was her first name, sans last. The house, located near ours, is prob­a­bly 40 years old and is homey, but it was the lit­tle things that I started to notice. Old 97’s posters, framed over an old piano, were the first clue. A gui­tar in the cor­ner, pic­tures of a guy that I rec­og­nized from CD inserts. But the dad of the lit­tle girl in the MDO pro­gram looked older, a lot older, and I sur­mised that his brother was Ken Bethea, the gui­tarist for one of the few musi­cal acts to break out of the Dal­las club scene, the Old 97’s.

My wife, the ballsy one, asked the dad if his brother was in the Old 97’s.

I don’t have a brother,” he said, sort of stand­off­ishly. “And I’m in the Old 97’s.”

So that was it. The pic­tures were of Ken and his wife, but before the gray­ing hair. Case solved!

He was genial enough. While we both chomped pizza and cake we talked about “Heroes” and a group watch­ing party that a local comic book shop puts on at the Mag­no­lia every Mon­day night. He talked about a Chili’s ad that they had done (a lot of money for one day’s work) and were happy with and how they were going to tour the fol­low­ing week. Maybe it’s just the way he talks, but he kind of had that “bask in my glow” way of speak­ing, and some of the other dads who were there were giv­ing him those puppy dog eyes, which I thought was kinda gay, but, think­ing about it, Ken has attained a dream that all men at some point in their lives dream — he plays gui­tar in a band that tours and puts out albums that you can buy on Ama­zon. And the band is mar­gin­ally famous.

I wasn’t going to tell Ken that I had all of their albums up until Fight Songs (which bor­dered on being too poppy for my tastes) and sing their songs loudly as I drive because I didn’t want to be one of those peo­ple that slob­bers all over celebri­ties. He’s not flashy like lead singer Rhett Miller, who I remem­ber from high school when he went to ESD and dated a girl in my class. It looks like Ken leads a pretty sim­ple life, with his wife and 2 kids. We just chat­ted and it was alright. Pretty nice guy.

It ended kind of weird though. I have one other tan­gen­tial link to Ken — he dated a friend of mine’s wife. Not when they were mar­ried, of course, but before all of the mat­ri­mony stuff. When he found out that we knew him through our friend, he started telling a story to us about when he dated her. Ken said it was dif­fi­cult going out with her, since he had the band and would be back in Dal­las for a week before head­ing out on the road again for another month or so and he didn’t really know if he should call her his girl­friend or not. It all ended badly and he felt more than a lit­tle respon­si­ble for the whole mess, which, accord­ing to our friend, he did cre­ate. He said to say hi to her when we saw her.

When you know these peo­ple as peo­ple the high sheen of what they do seems to come off a lit­tle bit and you real­ize that the peo­ple that Enter­tain­ment Tonight and gos­sip rags hold up as famous are just peo­ple who want to have lives also, and they screw up rela­tion­ships and stuff like that too.

But he does play a pretty mean gui­tar. And I like the pil­low that says “Buenos Dias” on it in their house. Where can I get one of those?

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