Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Exhaustin' Austin.

Back from the TX. A lovely, lazy, long weekend. Got to see my friend V play in some non-BSOJC groups -- Latin and country. An all-upright bass weekend, too. No cooler instrument exists.

What-all we did: Met Alejandro Escovedo at Antone's; chilled to some badass soul/dance at the Continental Club; lotsa motorcycle rides, crusing SoCo; played tourist (bats under the overpass, state capitol, O. Henry's house); watched a disturbing Fellini film ("Le Notti de Cabiria") and went to "Darjeeling Limited"; found out I'm surprisingly good at pinball, especially when the machine freaks out and sends out five-six balls at a time ...

What we didn't quite get around to this time around: Riding one of his antique tandem bikes; teaching me to play the cursed "Smoke on the Water" on bass; heading down to the surf.

Now to buckle down and get my medical info in order for PC service.

And looking forward to Tucson in November.

Song of the day: "To Live is to Fly," Cowboy Junkies

To live is to fly
Low and high
So shake the dust out of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes ...

1 comment:

Krista said...

Welcome home, doll! Knew you'd love Austin. Tucson awaits you, and I can't wait to toast a margarita in your honor! Much love!