a town

when i was up in austin, i got to see the srv bronze statue, the bats fly out from under the congress st bridge, hear some really great band shows (soulive, goldcure, carolyn wonderland), see some friends, eat some amazing sushi out at bistro 88 off barton springs, and be an absolute tourist. and, at antone's record shop, play a few songs with two very gifted people.



life be good. the photo above is by duggan flanakin, a good austin man who is a lover of music--go see his bloggie too, the link is under, well--links on this site. there was this guy in the background of the picture there, he was from the black country area of england, and he stood for the better part of the time we were singing, essentially rubbing bottom with terre, our bass player. i dont need to tell you, the bass is hard enough to play without a frantic englishman hunting for that rare-find record before he has to hop in the rental back to bergstrom airport and go home-- shaking your ass for you without permission.

i completely forgot that today is the anniversary of the twin towers going down. i saw the date and it reminded, but no tv, no radio, no newspaper, no online newscast or imagery. just the memory of 24 hours not hearing from my dad and my brother, and the way the sky looked, and the smell that everyone kept worrying about, and the hush that came over everything before the spin came on to blow back. and the flags came out on kinderhook street, announcing that change was coming but nobody knew exactly what. and the trains stopped coming through town as frequently, there was word out that they might have gotten tampered with. then, words like terrorism and homeland and such got stolen from the english language and converted into little black birds that dashed across every tv screen in america-certainly in my town--just rushes of little black birds, crushing out the light. my love to the family of this earth, that we learn to understand and keep our peaces together.