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Sunday, October 29, 2006


Has anyone ever noticed that diehard bluegrass fans can be some of the most pretentious people in the universe. Last weekend a bunch of my friends and I went to a bluegrass festival in Buda texas. With a name like that, you'd think that people in the town would be pretty chilled out. Think again, so it was like 20 bucks for a two night festival (no discount for one night, even though we only went saturday), plus 10 bucks for camping and it was held at pretty much a city park. SO we're hanging there and are watching some bands, which were pretty good, and we got hungry, so we think to ourselves lets set up the grill in front of the stage so we can cook while we watch. As the venue is outside in a city park, with abundant grills, we think to ourselves, "Shit we're in texas, home of BBQ, nobody will give a F*&$, if we set up shop here." So we start the grill, the fire burns down and we throw meat on. Then the band we're watching stops playing, and like four sets of people come up to us and are like, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?", "Are you using lighter fluid", "that is the most offensive, acrid, toxic etc. you fill in the blank smell I've ever smelled".

So this is the most nuisance I've ever caused in my life at a public event, (next to the time I mooned like 40 bussloads of kids at a fine arts festival in highschool, and the only people who didn't think it was funny was the professors). So we proceed to blow off all these people who are acting like they are about to die, and this drunk 40+ year old woman comes up and is like, "Damn, that smells awesome". And we're like, "No shit, we just had like 15 people come up to us and tell us to move it or put it out and shit". About this time "concert staff" (old women 40+) comes up and is like we've had several complaints, and you can't grill here, you should have checked the wind etc. before you set up your grill. You're going to move that etc. And we're finally like damn I guess we'll have to move it. So Whitney and I grab the legs of the grill (the only part that won't burn us), and the bitch is like, "Oh is there anything that we can do to help you" and I'm like, "yea, next time don't make us move our grill!" which I guess she pretty much ignored. And we moved the grill in the fucking dark, to a picnic table that had 0 fucking light after being at one where we could see everything. And as we're walking away, i overhear some people say "we're not going to let them come in and RUIN our community" after we paid 30 bucks+ to get yelled at all night.

Which brings me to a question, is there a large contingency of fans of bluegrass music that just plain suck (or is it somewhat derived from the quality of the music)? And is there somewhat of a paradox with these people in the sense that the songs (and community built around them) seem to be universal in the sense that they deal with a large spectrum of topics, and "encourage community" both of musicians and fans of bluegrass music. AKA there are varietys of bluegrass that deal with dark subjects and those that deal with "sunny themes" like babies and Jesus and what not. But when it comes down to differences in the community the people who pride themselves the most on the "sunny disposition stuff" exhibit more hate towards other elements, aka people chastizing us for "RUINING their community etc." I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006


Grandma's Undies

Randomness is my friend.
Chaos is my friend.
Families fall apart.
Times become hard...but not hard enough
to quit...yet
Yes, still there is more.

Cambell's soup is its icon.
Inside all...through all...behind all.
Can you find it?
NO, YOU WILL FIND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

?FlaME!

Man I am not as random as I used to be. Need to hook up with some of you soon. I should be coming to Nashville at some point, we're doing a project in Nolensville, and would be fun to visit. Although none you all particularly live there anymore, but if that happens maybe come for a visit, if you're close. Sorry about not blogging more, I've been travelling with work weekly, and it really fucks up my schedule because, I feel like I need to make up for being gone here and Austin and forget about you all. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your blogs and blog comments. Do you all know about will's blog? If not...do yourself a favor http://martiwa0.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/. I think it is great.

So one of my good friends from high-school moved here to Austin. I'm pretty excited because we haven't hung out in a while, but always had CRRRRRRRAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYY times in high-school on the stain. Hope it works out well for me. Last time we hung out we ended up at the strip club in Fort Meyers, which was my first time in one of those places. As I remember it was Fantasies (on the Beach). I'm sure you can imagine what kind of place this was. But, honestly, this was about the coolest strip club I've ever been to. The girls were super skanky and danced to only rock as I remember it, and primarily Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, and Sublime. And they would like stop mid-dance and just kind of sit down and talk to you, like no one was in the place. Real classy place folks. This place was known as "panty fleas" by the locals, mind you. Anyways, we're getting together for drinks this weekend which should be totally rediculous. Good times. Anyways, hopefully more good stories to follow. My stories always go nowhere I know.

Randomness yall,



-N

Monday, October 02, 2006

Hey everybody,

I'm headed to D.C. this weekend for the impact fee roundtable. I will have several hours to kill, and wanted to pick your brains about Muesems/Galleries not to miss there. I'm pissed because I have to miss Helena this weekend to do work stuff, but as you all know the delta never changes or does it change every year. I'm sure D.C. will also have a 5th season feel to it. My goal is to find a seedy bar to watch OU/Texas on Saturday, and get piss faced while trying not to get robbed, . Those of you that know, this has been a traditionally unlucky weekend coming up in terms of me getting robbed. Note to self, no buying stuff off the street this weekend!

-Nron