Austin, Day Four
There is a mercifully cool breeze in the air today. I drop into a hipster coffee shop on the way to the studio where a fracas erupts between an ornery customer and an uptight barista. I notice the background music is some absurd industrial noise art-wank that sounds like a fucking bombing raid on a battery chicken farm. Not exactly conducive to civilised coffee consumption. No wonder the old guy with the wraparounds and handlebar moustache had “an attitude”. The fucking music has an attitude. Everyone looks a little sheepish. I notice the customers ahead of me tip the barista conspicuously in an effort to placate her. Buying cooperation and compliance, like western diplomacy.
I have the morning off while the piano is being tuned at Mr. McC’s. I nose around some vintage shops and buy a few old shirts to supplement my vanishing supply of clean stuff. It’s so hot here you need a fresh torso covering every day. In Glasgow you can wear the same clothes for a month and nobody would notice. I’ve been wearing the same T-shirt and leather jacket since 2010. The guy next to me on the plane seemed a bit bothered by it. Every time I moved a puff of acrid steam would be expelled from the neck of the jacket and settle over him like a sea fog.
Later I take a break to get some air after tracking vocals for a few hours. The whole area is filled with the sound of running engines and the air is choked with the smell of fuel. Austin is not a quiet city, not where I am. It’s much more like LA than I ever realised. In twenty years it’ll probably be exactly like LA. Cities the world over would be massively improved if every vehicle was electric. Or we could all teleport. Make space on the carpet, I’m coming over.
The general feeling on Obama’s debate performance here is that he was too reticent and respectful while Romney blatantly lied about his previous positions the whole way through. I heard an interview with a pundit on public radio this morning who claimed that Republican vote rigging is so sophisticated in the key states that Obama can’t win. I hope he’s a scaremongering conspiracy theorist. Obama had better pull the finger out soon. I have a strange feeling he doesn’t really want the job anymore. I don’t blame him.
I take a table for one in the seafood joint beside the hotel. It’s Friday night so the place is full of families. The Latino folk on either side of me are friendly and having a good time. Opposite there’s a white family – mum and dad and junior. He’s about 21. Every time I glance across at them they are all sitting staring into the middle distance with their fingers entwined under their chins looking grim and desperate. It’s making me nervous. I ask for the bill and scarper back to my room for my last night in the hotel before decamping to a guesthouse belonging to a friend of Mr. McC. The change of scene will be welcome. Away from the interstate and into the trees, a bolt-hole in a neighbourhood called Hyde Park. I’m settling in, getting local.
8 Responses to “Austin, Day Four”
Merciless is the trudge .
The cat’s thinking “these crazy bastards eat squirrel down here…I could be next!” lol ;-)
I hope you are writing something beautiful for us, and not spending all day covering fresh torso’s. ………………………………………………………………………Ive been listening to “Get to Me” on repeat whilst driving today. I defy anybody to listen to your grooviest ever baseline and not pout and thrust their necks forward in time to the beat……………………………………………………………………………..Perhaps I shouldnt do it whilst drumming on the steering wheel though, as it has the rather unfortunate effect of making me look like a cross between Mick Jagger and the Funky Chicken on speed. Have a satisfying trip, and I cant wait to hear the fruits of your labours. Thank You.
Reading your Austin diary thingy reminds me of my teenage years reading new issues of infidels + popstars, a real sense of excitement that somewhere the music i love is being created
I’m happy it’s cooling off down there for you. We’ve had a horrible scortching hot summer here in the northeast and indeed all over the country but it must have killed people down there. Global warming has finally caught up with us all I’m afraid.
Couldn’t agree more about electric cars! That would be my next vehicle. I believe, IF humanity survives, gasoline cars will one day be in a museum. And hopefully those people who visit that exhibit will gasp, not on exhaust fumes but in disbelief that humans were ever so selfish and stupid as to damage their own environment and cause the extinction of other species. As Kurt Vonnegut once said “I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours”. But if the likes of Donald Trump and other like minded capitalist at any cost bastards, who, even in the face of scientific evidence, still insist global warming is not real sot that they can continue their relentless pursuit of wealth at the expense of the earth and all who live upon her…well eat drink and be merry….
On that happy note…I don’t know if you have the time but you can the Scotland vs Wales match next Friday on ESPN’s website at 1:45 central time in Austin.
Day of the match they will have a link to watch online . xxxxxxxxxxxx
At least I thought it would be on ESPN. I saw the last Scotland match there but I can’t seem to find it on the upcoming broadcast section. http://espn.go.com/watchespn/index#type/upcoming/startDate/20121012/
I’d hate to steer you wrong.
You probably have you’re hands full in the studio anyway. I’m sure it will be rebroadcast.
Maybe if you changed your clothes more often you wouldn’t need that table for one. How’s that facial hair going, maybe if you had a shave you might not be so hot. When you arrive back in Glasgow you will probably look out of place because you will be the only person with a sun tan. Nice pussy too.
I told you I would wash your clothes for you….. the space on the carpet is cleared and ready!
You sound somewhat annoyed today…. I soooo hope everything is going to plan. x