Saturday, December 15, 2007

Consumed

The first moments of something new
Intoxicating, addictive to the core
Leaves me wanting more
I fill my soul with the purity of revelation
Devouring the innocence of introduction
Overdosing until its spirit is consumed
And I am left with a hollow memory

Monday, December 10, 2007

Austin in Review

Finally an hour or so to recount the weekend happenings.

3am Friday morning
I wake up before my alarm, a normal pattern for me on "big" days. I never get good sleep when something exciting is on the horizon. Hop out of bed energized despite the short (3-4 hours) sleep. I'm out the door to the airport by 4:30am.

5:00-9:30am
After slogging through the ice and snow to the airport, I'm pleased to find my flight still on schedule. Despite the general unease that comes when a plane needs to be deiced before takeoff, the flight is uneventful. Having a whole row to myself, I was able to write a few stanzas of a new song tentatively titled "Controls"....

I thought I knew the perfect plan
A life satisfied and true
A simple path to happiness
Full spectrum minus blue
Plug and play each small part
My storyline on cue


For all those years
Captain Me was in command
Steering life, turn by turn
Wheel firmly in my hands
Watching life unfold for me
Like slowly falling sand

Then you drew away the curtain
Unannounced, to my surprise
With a subtle slight of heart
Broke down that childish guise
Stripped me of the masquerade
Found the hiding man inside


9:30-10:45am

Layover in DFW. After standing in an inordinately long line at the Starbucks kiosk (skim mocha no whip, of course), I decided I could use a little more time on my feet. Standing near the gate, I replaced the humdrum of my surroundings with the sounds of my most recent acquisitions. Backed by lyrical and musical stylings of Ryan Adams, Spoon, Josh Ritter, Avenged Sevenfold, the Eagles, and Ozzy Osbourne, the buzzing mass of travelers acted for me in a series of passing short (and often intriguing) stories.

Jump to 1:00pm (after an uneventful hop from DFW to Austin)

Went for a sample of TexMex at Chuy's, an establishment best described as eccentricity bordering on insanity. The decor revolved around fish, intertwined with Marvel comics superheroes and holiday decorations. Sensory overload, to say the least. My friend and I both had the chicken enchilada, good but didn't live up to the "best TexMex in Austin" recommendation.

4:45pm - 6:00pm (after a futile attempt at an afternoon nap)

Went for a hike around Town Lake. Too bad it wasn't a few weeks earlier, with leaves on the trees, but still picturesque, especially after sunset when the Austin skyline reflects in the water.

6:30-8:30pm

Caught most of the set of The Regulars at the Saxon Pub. Billed as "country rockers to soulful ballads," I wasn't sure what to expect as we sat down at a table about 15 feet back from the stage. The band mixed originals and covers with ease, with "You Turn My Light On" the best original and "Chain of Fools" a rousing cover. The musicianship was solid throughout, with the exception of Ron Rameli, who constantly switched instruments (and played most --especially the harmonica -- non-descriptly) and appeared aloof in contrast to the down-home folkiness of the rest of the Regulars. Two "irregulars" sat in with the band this night....a female vocalist/bass player with wonderful command of her voice and a sax player that we later learned was one of the best in Texas.

The Regulars play Saxon Pub every Friday night, and the crowd was obviously full of family and friends of the band. An intriguing subplot was the table to our left -- populated by three attractive women, one of whom wore fishnet stockings and tumbling heart cowboy boots that screamed "look at me." They obviously knew the band, but didn't seem to be "attached" in any formal way. At the end of the set, several band members stopped over to say hello to "boots" and her compatriots. We interjected our accolades for a great performance, and to our surprise, got an invite to go to Matt's El Rancho for dinner along with George Macias -- acoustic guitar, vocalist and songwriter for the Regulars. This was shaping up to be a beautiful night!

9:00-11:00pm

Conversation at Matt's El Rancho couldn't have been better. Stories of the band (including a lot of infighting), the Austin music scene, past arrests, religion, and politics were liberally interspersed with a great deal of humor. George was obviously revered in this group, and he held court like a pro. Wasn't sure how much of his yarn was dyed, but like most songwriters, he could tell a story. Perhaps this was just simple Texas hospitality, but George and his groupies made us feel like old friends -- giving us a glimpse into the innner circle of their somewhat turbulent lives.

11:00 pm Friday - 3:00am Saturday

The final four hours of my Austin marathon were spent on and along Sixth Street -- the heart of the UT campus nightlife. Several blocks of this main thoroughfare are closed off on weekend nights -- transforming into a undulating pit of hedonism. Alcohol and skin flowed liberally among the Gen Z'ers on the last weekend before finals. The scene was one part energizing, one part frightening. One got a sense that the party was one fine line away from transforming into a riot.

We ducked out of the pandemonium for a midnight showing of Master Pancake Theater featuring Home Alone. Think Mystery Science Theater 3000 performed in front of 300 drunk college students. Entertaining, but by the end, all this old man wanted was an appointment with a pillow.

And so concludes my 23 hour Austin immersion. I was ready to go, but will definitely be back.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Easy

How many times do we hear the phrase "How could they?" All too often, I believe. But why are we so surprised when someone acts in a way so contrary to our moral compass?

Why do spouses cheat? Why do parents beat their children? Why does an 18-year-old kid walk into a suburban mall with a rifle and start shooting?

Because it's easy.

For the spouse, it's easy to go out and find a new fling instead of rekindling a romance extinguished by years of routine. For the parent, it's easier to beat an insolent child than it is to teach them a real and lasting lesson. For the kid with the rifle, it's easier to "go out in style" than to face the demons of his impending adulthood.

We are simply a weak species, looking for the easy way out.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

In Rotation

Prompted by a simple question from a friend, I've been thinking about what I'd consider the top albums of 2007. I'd never fancy myself a cultured music critic, so I'll do it the best way I know how...if the music speaks to me, it qualifies for this list. The envelope please....

Ingram Hill - Cold in California
Foo Fighters - Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace
White Stripes - Icky Thump
Maroon 5 - It Won't Be Long Before Now
Lifehouse - Who We Are
Young Dubliners - Will All Due Respect
Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight
Korn - MTV Unplugged
Alison Krauss - A Hundred Miles or More
Matchbox 20 - Exile on Mainstream
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