Clearly, I've been hiding in the treehouse waay too much, lately. Working on the book has taken over my whole life. Well, except for the occasional Sunday or Thursday when I've stolen off for a few games of bike polo. Man, that's a good time.
Right about now, though.. or maybe more like about this time yesterday.. it's clear that I need to get the hell outta the house during the day. Even if I can just sneak away for lunch or coffee for an hour or so, or maybe for a short ride in the woods.. I've got to do something, though. I've really become a hermit, here.
I did manage to catch a good show at Beerland last night, though. About 10:00, I'd had enough of the house, so I headed out. But instead of zipping down Oltorf to the Horseshoe, which is close and easy, I started rolling up Congress toward downtown. It wasn't a conscious decision.. it just sorta happened on its own. Rather than fight it and make a U-turn, I kept going and minutes later found myself at Beerland. The first act was awful, but I'd already given the guy at the door my five bucks and cans of Schlitz were two, so I figured I'd just suffer through it. I'm glad I did.
Next on stage was this kid from Idaho, Andrew Anderson (heads up: his home page has audio.. not a fan of audio that starts without warning on the internets.. but his music's good, so it's still worth checking out.. ooh.. did I just give something away? shut up already, and let them keep reading..). After just a few licks on his mandolin, I started thinking to myself, "What the fuck is this guy doing playing here? On a Wednesday?" But it seems that's Austin, for you. There's a ton of real talent rolling through this town on any given night - raw, genuine people who just love their music so much that it can't be anything but infectious. All you have to do to find it sometimes, is show up.
..still need to get out more..
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