Monday, March 24, 2008

Go Back To Dallas...

Was the exact suggestion I needed to hear, to snap out of the near-hallucinogenic and undying Austin love spell on the South Lamar Pedestrian Bridge Friday night during South By Southwest. Up until that point, I had been fueled by an ecstatic and fairly arrogant mission to prove to my fellow WSJR contributors that Austin, TX is really all it's cracked up to be -- no easy task in the face of the staunch Dallas chauvinists I was running with. This group had been mostly saturated with the Red River and Sixth Street culture that one usually gets an overdose of when visiting Austin.

Using the backdrop of South By Southwest to prove Austin's worthiness is a rather unfair fight. Everywhere you go, you're surrounded by delicious food, rare records, accents of every type, micro celebrities, major celebrities, bands you like, bands you hate, bloggers, actual journalists, star fuckers, industry maggots, and of course, David Fricke. I always love seeing that liner notes champion, and we've had a couple of awkward street run-ins over the years. It's like the scene in Ed Wood where Ed gets to meet Orson Welles. Only I don't really look up to David Fricke. Anyways, my point is that even the most cynical and crossed-armed intellectual has to find some sick pleasure in bearing witness to this spectacle. I was mostly trying to prove that you could avoid downtown altogether and still come away impressed by Austin's smaller, personality-soaked enclaves. Considering that the We Shot JR crew was never for a single moment at the corner of 6th and Red River or the corresponding corners for longer than the thirty seconds it took to meet someone, I view this trip as a triumph. I shall relay the details in several sections, including my eventual civic awakening in which I found myself suddenly proud to be from Dallas.

The Venues

There is always a way to see many interesting and exciting things without having to set foot in a real venue at SXSW, and this year was by far the best example I've seen of this since early in the decade. The East Side in particular has tentacled out and filled up with more than enough activity to make it just as essential a destination as anything else in the city. It has long been a bastion for punk shows in warehouses, roof tops, and backyards, as well as a hotbed for pirate radio stations and political activist collectives, but during SXSW you could walk from Mrs. Bea's backyard to a house party to a coffee shop to a theater within a few hours and see a days worth of entertainment.

Another great thing about Austin is how much the whole city seems to get scammed into being almost naively generous this time of year. The fact that the extremely posh Children's Museum on the outskirt territory of 2nd and Colorado was turned absolutely upside down hosting a show from midnight until four am is a perfect example of said generosity. Not surprisingly, the museum hosted pot smoking and cigarette smoking, along with its free alcohol and hip kid makeout sessions in the surreal backdrop of over-sized educational dioramas and health advisory playlands. Make fun of "Keep Austin Weird" all you want, but the fact that such a wholesome part of the establishment was used for such a wildly fucked up show is pudding proof that this city's leaders and infrastructure have all signed off on this experience. Let's see Dallas fork over part of the Science Place for Melodica. This was a true highlight of the festival.

Finally Punk didn't actually make the official SXSW lineup this year but instead put together a near perfect showcase at a theater on the East Side. I returned to this show probably more than any other, and there were similarly strong lineups at a house on Alamo street (and the We Shot Jr crew saw Simian Mobile Disco at a house on Chicon).

Our own shows at The Parlor in North Loop, and The Opera House down south provided even further downtown relief and were perfectly laid back settings for our respective shows.

The climax came early on Friday night with thousands of people flocking to the Lamar Bridge, eclipsing the sound problems and sub-par performances that we dodged flying beer bottles and fireworks to witness. As Brutal Knights outplayed No Age, you could actually feel the bridge shaking beneath you, and I almost wished it would give way to meet an absurdly fitting demise: plunging into the river while watching some band setup with a couple thousand hardcore kids, dj's, photographers, journalists and psychopaths in the middle of the night.

The Food

There is more to Austin than breakfast tacos, despite this being the only city in the world where I'll eat them everyday. I can hardly find any Mexican food I like in Dallas period, but it's never a problem in Austin. Here we have chorizo tacos that are worth shortening your life span over, vegetable tacos that don't taste vegetarian, rajas con queso and smoky roasted salsa at so many places across town that it's hard to go wrong. In Dallas, you get the Lakewood crew telling you that Mexican food begins and ends at Matt's, but I try my best not to eat at places with neon yellow cheese -- Mexican, Tex Mex, or otherwise.

Everyone knows bad Italian food is a running joke in Dallas.  Not so in Austin, where we enjoyed Rigatoni Amatriciana with pancetta and house made sausage, white bean puree with truffle oil, mushrooms stuffed with goat cheese, organic spinach fresh from a restaurant's own private garden, lamb sandwiches with aioli, ricotta brulee, dark chocolate cannoli, espresso gelato.   I'm actually getting sick just thinking about what will pass for lunch for me in the Metroplex today.

Of course, all this isn't even covering the Mediterranean, Ethiopian, Japanese or even "New Americana," but Austin really is one of my favorite places to eat, second only to San Francisco and possibly tied with regional cuisine powerhouse, Boston.

The Music

Man, there was some sweet 'Pod on the way down to Austin. SR and I were 'Pod battling while I checked out every one's 'Pods to make sure they were up to snuff. They absolutely were. Sally Glass even had more noise rock and early industrial than I expected. By the way, I fucking hate iPod culture, but I'm dealing as best as I can.

I came out swinging with "Soulful Strut" by Young Holt Unlimited about 9:45 am, one of the only tracks in the world that makes me truly happy. SR answered back with some Abe Vigoda, and I eventually started my "gaylist" of known gay anthems from "More, More, More" by Andrea True Connection to a 12" version of Book Of Love's "I Touch Roses."

We also heard some Family Fodder, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Switch, Crash Course In Science, Boogie Down Productions, Andreas Doraus, Serge, Dr. Dre, The Ex, Elizabeth Cotten, Deadcode, Gil Scott Heron, Tom Tom Club, and even tossed out some opinions on Vampire Weekend, I cannot tell a lie. Never mind that I recently saw them described as something to the effect of a "white Bobby Mcferrin fronting a legally retarded rhythm section." Ouch.

As far as actual shows go, we witnessed some profoundly great moments once our two showcases were over and we got to venture out into the shit. As you might have noticed, we have a general policy of not commenting on our shows, but I will say that they went better than expected.

The Todd P acoustic show which was to feature everyone from Dan Deacon to An Albatross was somewhat of a bust musically, but it was something to behold a crowd that large keeping generally quiet on the UT campus, shivering in the shadow of that infamous library tower on a frigid night.

The Business Deal Records show at Quack's on East 38 1/2 st. was when South By Southwest really started for me. Having arrived to hear neo girl group The Carrots, it was a surprise to see the rest of a strong lineup that only got better as the evening went on. I was also surprised to see Mika Miko play, totally unaware that it shouldn't have come as a surprise at all. They played every venue in Austin fourteen times for the next three days and I saw them three times on accident. They were great each time.

We also saw two of Portland's best bands, Magic Johnson and The New Bloods, and it's nice to know that even in an incredibly self-aware place like Portland, the best bands are always the ones operating below the surface of lesser talents. Magic Johnson are a drums and guitar duo that knock out fast yet skewed punk songs with passionate yelling and speed up/slow down pounding.

New Bloods is a trio divided up into bass, drums, and violin, with all three members singing simultaneously. The bass-lines were beautifully understated, building a few notes at a time, with vast space between each one. The drums would sputter backwards, filling in gaps on off-rhythms and avoiding the 4/4 until it was time to propel the violin into cutting leads across the whole gorgeous mess. The singers' voices plucked and pulled expressive tension from the music before blending it back in rather fittingly. On two occasions I saw The New Bloods reel in a roomful of people until they were all hopping around nervously to their disarming songs.

The Carrots come close to tribute act territory, mining early sixties girl group gold yet maintaining a healthy modern distance by running it through some vague filter that's hard to pin down. The large group harmonizes and joyously tears through different takes on the genre while throwing in the surprise cover or two. I'll pretend that one of them wasn't by Crazytown. Yes, that's who I'm talking about.

It was a privilege to catch Death Sentence Panda twice, and an absolute shock that the group doesn't employ guitars at all in their sound, not even a bass. Listening to their records, you would absolutely believe that have at least one guitar amongst the trio's eclectic arsenal. Instead there is a clarinet, processed by what I'm assuming is a preamp, and made to sound by turns guttural, throbbing, crunchy and many other adjectives you wouldn't associate with the instrument. The flute and xylophones are more obvious and they suitably contrast the terrifying clarinet, as ridiculous as that sounds. I'm sure Death Sentence Panda won over some ex-band nerds simply by making the clarinet seem so dangerous.

HEALTH proved that they are every bit as capable of maintaining their crowd-commanding presence in the uphill battle of the outdoor stage, as expected. Crime Novels is the best one man act in the country, six minutes of confrontational performance art mixed with prerecorded spastic keyboard attack, real-time tribal tom pounding, and some touching audience "interaction." Old Time Relijun was simply pretty good and though I expected a little more after hearing so much about them, they deserve better than to be labeled a "great James Chance ripoff," or similar summaries that I heard many of their vocal supporters pitch.

Knyfe Hyts
features members of Ex Models, and they ran a decent ruse  by getting all of the fans of their quirky jerky past to dance to repetitive Kraut rhythms, which often bordered on extended classic rock jams. Their Children's Museum set was much better out of the two times I caught them, with some very tough passages that echoed beautifully off of those pristine walls.

Indian Jewelry
starting their set around three in the morning was apt for their crushing psyche storm, while Best Fwends proved that they are the undisputed masters of what might be remembered as "The Annoying Age," by performing ten acapella songs back to back while sitting on chairs. As some in the crowd were already irked by their lack of instruments, this vocals-only stretch took it a step further, and I have to give it to them. I heard a kid next to me say sleepily to his pals, "Let's go dude. They don't got instruments. This ain't even a band." They then proceeded to cover the Toadie's local classic "I Come From The Water," along to a sped-up instrumental track pumped out of an iPod, and it was a real crowd pleaser. It was actually the first time I've ever been pleased to hear that song. Genius move.

Taking a sharp turn from the diet of skronky, screechy, squealing, bleeping, performance art that I get pigeon-holed for supporting, I also went out of my way to see Yael Naim, who you most likely know as the voice behind the new Macintosh Airbook ads. When I first heard her music last year, I was really intrigued by her voice and songwriting, as well as her Hebrew lyrics and ability to write an instantly unforgettable melody. Though I'd only been a fan for a short while before all this Mac madness, I remember that fateful day when I was cleaning house with a television on in the other room and I heard "New Soul" piping in from across the house. I was sure that maybe the receiver settings were screwed up and my stereo came on over the television. When I rushed to the living room and saw that big Apple logo, I gasped, "They got her! It's over! She's going to turn into Feist and start wearing colored saran wrap and be totally played out and tired in about twelve minutes." So far, it seems Naim is too classy for that. She flew through a thirty minute set, gliding with ease through the expected Myspace profile set list. Her performance was the only thing I attempted to see that required a badge, but you could watch and listen just as well on the street through a gap in the tent that she played under, along with drummer and collaborator David Donatien. I can't believe that a performance in broad daylight at a park in the middle of the city requires a badge. I wanted to tell the lady checking everyone out, "Look, I don't want to sip Southern Comfort and talk shop to my own reflection in some asshole's mirrored sunglasses, I just want to watch this performance." I'm sure she could tell that's what I was thinking and much more charming badgeless festival goers were allowed in. Oh, well. This was a minor complaint during the festival, which owes much of its enjoyability to a city that I've almost no complaints about. Keep Austin Perfect?

The Awakening

I know I've spent a lot of this festival report lavishing praise on our fair capital, but I had a true epiphany on that bridge that defies the Austin-wannabe tone of this piece. When a fight broke out between some male and female Dallasites, the crowd shifted, some backed out, and some stormed in, avoiding or intervening in the action. That's when someone yelled over the intoxicated social din, "Go back to Dallas!" And that's not the first time I've heard that sentence uttered by Austinites, who are, of course, usually from San Antonio or Buda or worse. At first, I was insulted. Hey. They're talking about me. They're talking about my friends, associates, and It List stars who were all up there on that bridge. Schwa. Ghosthustler. Trifle Tower. Koji Kondo. Sally Glass. And even...The Lek Brothers. And that's when I came to and accepted what I am and what we all are. Proud card-carrying members of the Metroplex, here to track dirty Trinity mud all over your carpet, Austin. Eating and drinking your free shit, crashing into your cars, passing out on your floors, smooching your boyfriends and girlfriends, and making you beg us to leave as we hold an arm behind your back for one week out of the year every spring. And everyone knows South By Southwest wouldn't be the same without us.  


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Austin is gay.

Nice report though!

12:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

super ghey

1:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Austin is trendie. Welcome to the socal of texas.

1:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is some serious austin dick suckin.

1:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is good, but I feel like you peeps need to smoke the weed you're always talking up and just cut loose when you're away from the Metroplex.

2:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dont understand a word you just said.

2:24 AM  
Anonymous sallyglass said...

two words:

hulk hogan.

2:40 AM  
Anonymous foodie said...

Beautiful, DL. You're a Dallasite, MF, and don't you ^$#@ forget it!

5:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I read it in the papers
I saw it on TV
I guess there'll be one empty seat
When I wrestle at Wembley
I used to tear my shirt
But now you've torn my heart
I knew you were a Hulkamaniac right from the very start (right from the staaaaart)

You were my friend
I'll see you again (This is not the end)
When The Hulkster comes to Heaven (Heaven! Heaven! Heaveeeeeeen!)
We'll tag up again (again,again)
The world just lost another Hulkamaniac
(A friend to the end, I'll see you again)
I wish Hulk's love could bring you back again

You were my friend
I'll see you again (I will see you again)

When I climb back in the ring
You know we'll win this fight
I wish you were here at ringside
To cheer me on tonight
The spotlight now grows dim
And now it's not on me
The prayers we said together
Are still our guarantee


You were my friend (!)
I'll see you again
(The world just lost, the world just lost)
(My friend, he's my friend)
You were my friend (Yoooou were)
I'll see you again (I'll see you)
When The Hulkster comes to Heaven (Heaven! Heeeeeeeaven!)
We'll tag up again (...again)
The world just lost (just lost) another Hulkamaniac
I wish Hulk's love could bring you back again (bring you back,bring you back again)
The world just lost (just lost) another Hulkamaniac
I wish Hulk's love (his love) could bring you back again (his love)

(You were my frieeeeeeeeend)

8:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


9:21 AM  
Anonymous numnuts said...


10:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

in the future
everyone will talk about food

-most things should be injected w/ goat cheese

12:11 PM  
Anonymous fake blood said...

in the future
everyone will talk about food

-most things should be injected w/ goat cheese

12:12 PM  
Anonymous fake blood said...

in the future
everyone will talk about food

-most things should be injected w/ goat cheese!

12:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

in the future.
i won't have to fuck my couch no more.

12:17 PM  
Anonymous Damn hair-dews said...

I've never seen so many fuckers fucking with their hair to make sure its perfect it all times than i do in austin. It's gotten to a point that i actually walked up to this guy (in austin) and said "excuse me, WHAT THE SHIT IS WRONG WITH YOUR HAIR THAT YOUR CONSTANTLY FIDGITING WITH IT, FUUUCK" I couldn't help myself, i had to. I know it shouldn't bother me but it does, i guess it's a pet peeve. Poor guy didn't what the fuck i was talking about. Afterwards I left cause I felt weird about laying into this kid about his hair, but it had to be done. Maybe if he paid more attention to the show he was at and not his hair while in the mean time obstructing my view I would have been nice to the FUCKHEAD.

12:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i have also felt that bizarre phenonmenon of loathing dallas full-time, only to ultimately defend her in the face of the pathetic, hype-by-the-pound tourist trap shithole that austin, not to mention this entire state, really is. fo sho yo.

12:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you start thinking of hairstyles as funny, they won't anger you so much. I mean, go hang out in a scary ass place like College Station, where it's buzzcuts and white baseball caps for miles, and funny hair won't bother you so much. It could always be much worse.

12:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm remember talking to a Brit ex-pat here in Dallas I asked him what his favorite things were:

1) A delicious abundance of cheap fast food (which you can get anywhere ?)
2) Shopping
3) Thunder Storms

There you have it.....

12:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

as i was saying, that's pretty much texas, yo. this is a wrap.........................

12:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

no, sorry. why don't YOU go hang out in college station. college station.. how quaint.

12:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

how about names? i be liking floppers w/crayons. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahhahahaahahahahahhahahahahahahahh
or maybe BEN dover? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahhahaahhahahahahahahah

12:46 PM  
Anonymous College Station said...


1:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Keep Austin wEiRd.

1:52 PM  
Anonymous redsean said...

speaking of gay, that andrea true connection song is gonna be on Disqo Disco's first mix. should be done with it in a few days.

2:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


2:38 PM  
Anonymous P8-10 said...

At least neither Austin or Dallas is as bad as Houston.

3:26 PM  
Anonymous ed said...

Gig 'em!

3:30 PM  
Anonymous eatmytaco said...

how do you not find good mexican food in dallas?!? you must be mentally handicapped.

anything houston does, dallas does better
i know this is true because there is a facebook group that says so

3:31 PM  
Anonymous eatmytaco said...

how do you not find good mexican food in dallas?!? you must be mentally handicapped.

anything houston does, dallas does better
i know this is true because there is a facebook group that says so

3:31 PM  
Anonymous eatmytaco said...

how do you not find good mexican food in dallas?!? you must be mentally handicapped.

anything houston does, dallas does better
i know this is true because there is a facebook group that says so

3:32 PM  
Anonymous hey said...

be patient when posting your comments... sometimes they don't load right away, but you DO NOT have to refresh. they will eventually post.

3:34 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's pretty obvious that you guys perform a valuable service with this blog. That being said, you would be much more valuable to me if you franchised a Chango's or a Nueva Onda and opened one of those bitches up here. Breakfast tacos like a mug.

3:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wank wank

4:17 PM  
Anonymous warren moon said...

the only thing dallas does better than houston is professional football, so don't go thinking there's actually anything good about anything within 300 miles of your IP address... "go back to dallas"

4:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

welp.. someone making the comment "within 300 miles of your IP address" is probably someone i don't want to be living within 300 miles of.

4:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

where's the f-in it list?

4:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

warren drug study hearne, is that you talking 'bout IP addresses?

4:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You hate Ipod culure, but you have a cute little nickname for them ('Pods), had "'Pod" wars, and checked to make sure everyone's "'Pod" was up to par. That's some fucking sad hypocritical silliness.

7:51 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you for keeping it real!!! I keep trying to tell people that austin isn't anything to pee your pants about : )

8:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

there's tons of incredible mexican food in the cliff.
come to the cliff. you'd be shocked.

8:36 PM  
Anonymous stonedranger said...

any recommendations?

10:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

keep convincing yourselves that dallas is not as bad as it really is....its quite entertaining.

11:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


what makes a city not bad?

12:25 AM  
Anonymous stonedranger said...

that's actually a good question. we've all heard the boilerplate "what makes a good city" arguments, but I'd like to hear someone list the things that render a city merely tolerable.

and im not sure if some of you are addressing other commenters or the article itself, but i have to say that being proud of where you're from isn't the same thing as loving where you're from. and it's not even the same thing as liking it.

1:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dan Deacon did play that acoustic show. You must have left early.

8:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dallas is pretty depressing nightlife-wise, compared to just about anywhere.

That said, Austin is overrated.

Face it dudes, Texas just sucks all around if you're into creative / intellectual shit at all. Pretty much the rest of the state would rather people like you weren't there. The boilerplate anti-intellectualism and raging homophobia makes Texas livable only for hicks and corporate wage slaves. Fuck Texas.

9:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like 9:02 should move to Brooklyn. I hear it's amazing there.

10:38 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mex food in The Cliff:

Cafe Veracruz!!! (amazing mole chicken ench, awesome blue corn crunchy fish tacos)
El Ranchito!!! (10+ piece strolling mariachi bands on weekends!, hacienda-like setting, trad comida)
La Calle Doce (same owners as El Ranchito, same seafood as Lakewood location)
El Si Hay (taqueria stand next to a gas station on davis, across from Gloria's)

Not Oak Cliff, but near OC:
FUEL CITY!!!. Those f-ing tacos are so. damn. good.

I'm sure there are more places but this is where we haunt.

12:17 PM  
Anonymous 64 Eels said...

"Face it dudes, Texas just sucks all around if you're into creative / intellectual shit at all. Pretty much the rest of the state would rather people like you weren't there. The boilerplate anti-intellectualism and raging homophobia makes Texas livable only for hicks and corporate wage slaves. Fuck Texas."

that's exactly the kind of shit that fuels creativity.

4:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

more douchebag journalism.
try again hack.

5:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those are some fine selections from the Cliff, but I need some Austin queso man. 200 geographical miles=1,000,000 queso miles.

6:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have saved 467 Queso Miles. 33 more and I get a rubber raft!

6:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"that's exactly the kind of shit that fuels creativity."

really? sounds like a lot of wishful thinking. The roster of bands from Texas in the last 10 years doesn't really support your hypothesis.

8:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'not as bad' is different than 'not bad' (that would mean good - double negative). attn to details there pal.
i love civic pride; people should be proud of where they're from. I am one of the true austinites. I lived in dallas for a while after college and made the best of it. there are good things, places, and people in D - you just have to work harder to find them through all the other shit.
Rather than being proud of & bragging on what your city has, you guys try to rationalize your scene by discounting the atx as overrated. just think its funny as no one is austin is comparing the two at all. embrace what you have, not what you dont.

10:45 PM  
Anonymous 64 Eels said...

"that's exactly the kind of shit that fuels creativity."

"really? sounds like a lot of wishful thinking. The roster of bands from Texas in the last 10 years doesn't really support your hypothesis."

Repression is one of the many things that fuels creativity. You ever read Anne Frank or watched a film from a country behind the iron curtain?

Texas obviously isn't that bad, but there's been a lot of good shit over the years that's a direct result of the kind of stress a creative person gets from living in a repressed and/or desolate universe. Butthole Surfers, 13th Floor Elevators, the Flatlanders, etc etc

1:02 AM  
Anonymous stonedranger said...

Well I don't know the reasons why other people might say Austin is overrated, but I say Austin is overrated because it is, in fact, overrated. Don't get me wrong. There are great people, places and things in Austin, and I just had a blast down there for five days during SXSW.

But as far as the music scene, sorry. Austin loses. I know Austin has been great in the past and will probably be great again in the future, but aside from a few bands that get what's going on, Austin is more and more becoming a place where people move to "make it" in music, and the more people trying to "make it" in music there are in any given town, the worse the music scene in said town gets. It's pretty simple.

I don't hate Austin, but I still think Denton has a better music scene.

1:41 AM  
Anonymous mc said...

agreed. Now & past several years at least.

Also, why is it that you really have to speak fluent Spanish to get any real Mexican food around here? I mean that can be fun sometimes, but you know, sometimes you're hungover and just wanna snag a cochinita pibil taco & a horchata from a walk-up stand on the eastside.

12:22 PM  
Anonymous david hopkins said...

That last paragraph is about the funniest thing I've read all week. I'm still laughing.

2:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well the weshotjr scene is just hateful. You're all just mean spirited vice magazine wanna be's who can't sit back and just disagree with something you don't like. No, you have to surgically pick it apart and write a page long rant about how much everyone else shouldn't like what you don't like.

You know what, GO BACK TO DALLAS AND STAY THERE FOREVER. Then all my troubles are over.

8:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And Ghosthustler and Koji Kondo suck! Your musical taste really sucks, doode. I bet you even like Mom and Chris Garver. God, you make me ill.

8:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fuck this stupid blog.

8:51 PM  
Anonymous Warren "Drug Study" Hearne said...

No, not me sorry. I am happy as a pig in shit down here in Austin though. As far as a "creative/intellectual", sure it has that, but if you can't create that kind of surrounding for yourself then maybe you aren't "creative/intellectual". Sorry to tell you. Don't beat yourself up about it too bad. I lived in Denton for 7 or so years. It was time to move on. I don't hate Denton, but Denton is changing and it isn't for the best. It isn't the same place it was when I moved there. My best memories of Denton were the old Mabel/Heather booking glory days of the Pointy Shoe side projects, JR playing in every other band, hearing Michael Constantine McConnell for the first time, Ethan Bell, ect. It never crossed my mind to move to Austin to "make it". In Denton I "made it". I played with a few great bands, had great friends, people dug what I contributed, and I wrote a lot of my favorite stuff there. I love Denton, but it was time to move on. Now, I live out in the country on two acres, yet still 20 minutes from downtown Austin. I'm writing more than ever. I got to join one of my favorite bands of all time for a spell, Reverend Glasseye. Also, not to knock Denton food, but goddamn does Austin have some good resturaunts. They actually have dim sum and Ethiopian food down here. By the way, my favorite food in the metroplex always comes from Fort Worth. I don't care to judge where people want to live, but for me to live in Dallas seems like living in Hell. I'd rather live almost anywhere. Not my scene. It reminds me of the stories McNasty's told me about growing up in Detroit. Like C.S. Lewis's vision of Hell. I grew up around Dallas and sure it was fun to go there from Fort Worth as a kid and get drunk in Deep Ellum underage, but now my memories of Dallas is just being yelled at by drunken fratboy/yuppie types. I love what's happening down by Expo, by the way. Too bad about Sloppy World. I was looking forward to stopping in. I'm all about John Freeman and him succeeding. I'm not really sure what I'm saying here except that as an "Austinite" I'm really enjoying life now. See, typical hippie blather. Perhaps I am an Austinite after all.

Warren Jackson Hearne

6:23 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

right on

5:20 PM  

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