Steve fuckin’ Earle. Crappy venue, spotty turnout, drunken howling audience members but he brought it on every damn song, and and he and Allison Moorer dissed the administration and the Republicans and the media at every available opportunity.
The tzatziki at Niko Niko’s
2 out of 3 margaritas at King Biscuit
Catching up on the Eschacon lowdown
Poodle ear plush
racy’s 3 a.m. riff on subprime lending
The constant humidity.
Verizon Wireless theatre.
Concert-goers at the above-named venue. Austin and New York have spoiled me. It felt like we’d somehow stumbled into a suburban Baptist church
My hair. See “humidity,” above. I completely gave up on making it behave and just worked the Scrooge McDuck look.
The comma-brows of the woman RM was girl-watchin’ on the patio. Also her boyfriend’s golf visor. Just.Do.Not.Understand straight girls sometimes…
(For the Terry Allen-impaired, reference for the post title)