Hot Rods, Casting Couch, Not Common, Chicken Shit


Entertaining out of town guests.

Nothing like entertaining out of town guests to get you out of the house, and to help christen the sweating season. To the Hot Rod & Custom Car round up, where tattoos, dyed black hair in pony tails, flathead V8s and ghost flames did their thing in their way on shores of eastside Town Lake. Didn't stick around for the Blasters, but went home since I had to replenish my sweat glands. Then to the campus (or, as I like to call it "crampus" - that shit never gets old) to miss Brownout, and bail before Common finished his sound check. Then to the Caffiene Coffee Shop, where the Casting Couch crooned to a crowd of cranky cousins. All acoustic, without drums, and sometimes it sounded really cool and organic like backporch windchimes & crickets. I mean that in a good way.
Next day, Chicken Shit Bingo with Redd Volkaert & Cindy Cashdollar and a bad ass bass & drums, and hot dogs with chili and $1.50 Lone Star.
Some pics that the guest took, but that Julie put up on her flickr here.

Posted: Mon - April 3, 2006 at 08:51 PM           |

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