Great Weekend

(It's me and Scott H. Biram, who told me to come back and

see him again because he can do the show much better then.)

Barton Springs, Scott H. Biram and MGMT.

First, let me say again, that the people in Austin are really so nice. I remember when I was living in Victor, I never worried about going skiing by myself. There were always cool people around and you could just meet up with someone in the line or on the lift. Well, Austin is just like that when it comes to shows. People are so friendly here, they come right up and strike up a conversation.

Saturday I was a total waste of space. I think between recovering from a cold, getting excited to visit with some new friends for dinner, and the Scott H Biram show I was just a little antsy. Anyhoo, rallied in time to drive out to a lovely dinner in the hills and meet some amazing, accomplished, and hysterically funny new folks. Thank you all for the hospitality and the Chardonnay.

Then it was a bit of a dash back into town to meet Billy (missed Steph and Marco by a minute) for the Scott H. Biram show at the Red-Eyed Fly.

(This is the back patio at Red-Eyed Fly)

Another cool little bar off of 6th (I think it is on Red River). There were some local acts opening, I only caught the last one. A mix or gwar, hard rock, and a little funk. Yes, I know what I just wrote sounds crazy pants, but it was true and they totally grew on me. It was rough at first because it was loud, but then it was awesome. Then Scott H. Biram took to the stage. Great music, I think I heard of him before but could not place him. He put on a great show, playing some news songs and some Delta Blues songs. I really had a great time!

That is a great little clip from the show. He was so cool!

Sunday was another waste of space day. I managed to rally in the afternoon with a trip to Kerby Lane's were I tasted excellent guacamole (it is everywhere down here, and it is awesome) and sweet potato french toast. Had some this morning as a matter of fact. Then I went to Barton Springs because it was 100 degrees outside and you cannot function in that kind of weather. CANNOT!

Barton Springs lives up to the hype, cold and awesome on a hot summer day. Unlike a lot of man-enhanced springs, this spring is huge.

So wonderful. Jumped in, cooled off, jumped out, started sweating immediately, jumped in and cooled off again.

Then, had to hustle home and get ready for MGMT outside at Stubb's. Now, I knew it was going to be hot. Chose a nice long summer dress for the occasion. That was a huge mistake. I was once again sweating like that whore in church I so often reference. Good god. I decided, after three hours of praying in vain for some coolness to descend upon this outdoor venue, to tie my dress up as high as decency would allow. I also found a discarded paper taco dish, and used it as a fan. This was my best decision because all kinds of people started coming up to me to partake in the fan awesomeness. You have to imagine, it is a crowded outdoor show, 95 degrees, 100% humidity, even the bands were like, "WTF?"

Made a new friend in the process and he informed me that it was totally ok to sweat. I told him I had not been riding my bike (a bit of a signature for me normally in summers) because of fear I would flood venues with my resulting sweat. "Awww, hell no, you're suppose to sweat down here. People expect it. You can stink too. Let's go bike ridin'!" Cool, done. Whether or not it is indeed okay to sweat and be stinky, this dude says it is, so I am rollin' with him (my sweaty wolf pack now has two members).

(Stubb's Outside)

Well, there was no way in hell I was pushing my way forward to the stage, between the heat of the night and the heat of the bodies I would have surely died. I did enjoy the musical styling of MGMT from a far, and they did not disappoint. A much better band live; lots of live instruments and not a lot of sound mixing. I recorded a little, but it sounds like hell so I won't burden you with it. They were really amazing though. From now on however, when I roll anywhere, I will have one of those "lady fans" that were so popular back in the day. Now I know why those southern bells were so fond of the fans.

That was the weekend that was. Lots of fun people coming my way this week and weekend. Keep reading. Miss you all!