Otis works mainly on stage but he's done his fair share of busking and he was beguiling. His lyrics told stories or celebrated absurdity. I loved coming across him strumming on the street.
His heartfelt parodies of country and western teetered on the cusp of authenticity.
With lines like...
"You can water your hydrangeas on the grave of our arrangement...but it's only disappointment's gonna grow."
