A surplus of cabernet in my life and a deficit of pinto beans & queso was probably at the root of the problem. Was I terribly homesick and afraid to admit it? Was I just sitting still long enough for the holiday stress to catch up with me? Had a deep loneliness been brewing within, that just now heated to the point of bubbling over? Was this music Just. That. Good? Except for the last one, the answer was no. The only logical conclusion was this: Somewhere deep inside, my Texanness had been scratched.