Hasil Adkins at the Continental Club May 11, 2002

It's pronounced "hassle." Hasil rolled onto the stage to the packed smelly crowd on a night too hot. The waiting made people stink more. In typical Austin fasion, even after demanding Hasil and yelling impatiently, they were not deterred from turning their backs to the performer to carry on their personal inane and drunken banter. Not that there were not some who never took their eyes off the sixty something man lurking behind the drumset, whacking cymbals with one hand, ripping the guitar with the other. A couple rockers, a couple blues tunes, a beer bottle flies across the stage, Johnny B. Goode, and the guitar gets thrown to the floor and it was over.

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