At the end of last month, my ex-boyfriend sent me a message on Facebook letting me know that he was traveling with a musician friend of his as his roadie. This musician, John Whipple, was doing a mini-tour and he had some stops in Texas, including in Austin. I told him that I would come out to the show. There was a little more communication between me & my ex before the actual date of the show (April 10th), but aside from me going to the show there were no plans made outside of that. At that point I didn’t even know when they would be getting into town. Well, I talked to said ex a few days before they arrived in Austin to let him know I would be off the day of the show and to let me know what they were up to and maybe we could hang out before John played. I thought, ‘cool, we have plans for Wednesday.’ But then he sends me a text on Monday asking me if I’d be watching the BULLS game the next night. Well, DUH!! Anybody that knows me knows that I don’t miss games. And since it wasn’t a major game, it wasn’t televised, which meant I’d be watching it on my computer and I couldn’t record it if I didn’t watch it. Bottom line is I DON’T MISS GAMES. Period. And since we had already established that I was off on Wednesday, I figured that we had plans that day. Well, apparently that wasn’t good enough. This guy (my ex) calls me and tells me that I’m lame and he can’t believe I won’t come out and I’m choosing a regular season game over him, blah, blah. And after those comments that’s what I heard…a lot of BS!! Then he basically hangs up on me after I tell him, HELLO, I already told you I’m off tomorrow. Let me know what you’re doing tomorrow. Nice. So I was left kind of miffed. I had a feeling I wouldn’t hear from him the next day, which I didn’t. So of course I didn’t go to his buddy’s gig. I mean, REALLY??? Do you blame me? And then, it got even better. This ex of mine ended up deleting me as a friend on Facebook. How old are we??!! I tend to be more of a loner these days for the sheer reason that I HATE to deal with this kind of drama. I used to live for drama in my life. But NO MORE!! I’m still giggling about this whole situation. The funniest part about all of this is that I didn’t even care for his friend’s music…AT ALL! I would never have chosen to go see him play on my own. So the fact that this ex turned the situation into such a negative one simply leads me to believe that it’s best to leave the past in the past. And yes, I DID choose a BULLS game over you, sir. Go home to your wife and kids and get over it!
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When I got the message from my friend of over 20 years that she & her husband would be spending their 10th Wedding Anniversary in Austin, I was thrilled. I hadn’t seen them in about 3 years (the last time I was in Chicago) and I hadn’t been in great contact with her. But thankfully, she’s the type of friend that no matter how much time goes by, we always pick up just where we left off. And that’s just what we did. Without enough notice to request time off, I knew I’d be working the whole time they were in, so I decided the day I would like to devote to them would be Saturday night. They got in on Thursday and started touring the different areas of Austin that she had heard about: 6th Street, South Congress, etc. I asked her to save the East Side for me because I knew they would like that area as much as I do. She had also told me that she was dying to hear some Rockabilly so I scouted out what looked like a pretty decent, female-fronted band, Devil’s Daughters. According to their Facebook page, their show started at 8pm at Club 606. So the three of us (Violet, Greg, & I) met up at their hotel and then moseyed over for some food at Old School on 6th street.
I had a damn good burger, while Violet & Greg munched on a chicken fried steak & wings, respectively. It felt great hanging out and catching up with them over dinner. I miss that type of friendship connection. I just don’t have that with anyone here in Austin. We got done with dinner a little late and by around 8:45 we were in front of Club 606. The weird thing was that it was closed. WTF?? I swore the set time was 8!! Well, we were obviously not getting in there, so we walked across the street to possibly check out whoever was playing at Red 7. They both liked the sound of that band. Unfortunately, they weren’t open yet either, it was just the band sound checking. So then, we just decided to trek over to the East Side and begin our Bar Crawl. The first bar we encountered was Shangri La.
I had never been in there because it doesn’t have live music. But I liked it immediately. It has a very retro feel, down to the jewel-red vinyl booth in the corner. The bar staff was friendly and the jukebox was jammin’. This was definitely our kind of place. We all loved it.
Violet and I each had a drink with whipped cream vodka. YUMMY!! It tasted like a chocolate martini, but on ice…nice! After one drink and more catching up, we decided to keep on walking. I had always intended to take them into Hotel Vegas because I knew there would be some live music. I really wanted to slip in to Volstead Lounge (Hotel Vegas’ next door neighbor) but it was closed till midnight due to a private party. BOO!!! So off we went into Hotel Vegas. Greg got excited by the video games. So while Violet and I sat at the bar and chatted, he was off to the races. He came back after the band had started playing. This band called Jones was a little strange. It was a four-piece and the lead singer, who had a baseball hat on with a clothes pin on it, was a trip!! He was just all over the place. At one point some guy in the audience asked for his vocals to be turned up, & the lead singer was like, “What?? Who cares??” OMG!! Then his hat came off and he had the clothes pin in his hair like a barrette. What a weirdo. Violet & I both agreed that we could not classify this band’s music. It was kinda fun, but nothing I would have chosen to see on my own. There’s Austin for ya…hit or miss. Anyway, once Violet realized that she would never be able to finish her nasty drink, the bar’s special of the night, we decided to head out to the next spot. I had never walked further than Hotel Vegas, but one of Greg’s buddies had recommended The Grackle, which was just a couple of blocks away. From the outside, it looks like nothing more than a beer garden, but once inside you have a full-on bar space. It totally reminded me of the 70s for some reason. I don’t know if it was the decor or just the way the space was built out, but it definitely took me back a few decades. It was cool & Greg just loved it. We stayed there for a little while, talking and letting Greg enjoy another local brew. Then Violet asked if we could go back to Red 7 and maybe check out the band we had heard sound checking earlier. I said, oh yeah! So we headed back. Before we got back, we stopped next to Cheer Up Charlie’s where there are a load of food trucks so my friends could check out the local cuisine. You can’t come to Austin and NOT eat from a food truck. I forgot to mention that we had also picked up some dude on the way back that we had met at Shangri La. He was a lot more wasted by now though. Ay ay ay! Just when I thought we would be saddled with him, Violet gracefully found our exit strategy. And after she & Greg were done eating we made our way back to Red 7. Unfortunately, there was no band playing yet and the cover was a little high for us to just spend 30 minutes in there, so we decided to call it a night. As much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night out with them, I also had to work early the next morning. So we walked back to my car and I drove them back to their hotel. It was sad to say goodbye, but I look forward to seeing them again, hopefully when they come back for another visit to Austin.
I love the shuffle function! I love change. I love not knowing what song will play next. Music keeps me on my toes and the shuffle function helps feed my need for that element of surprise. For the past month or so I’ve been stuck in a rut. When I was in school, taking classes, learning new things, I thought for SURE I had figured out exactly what I was going to do with my life. Then May came, I finished my last class and suddenly all the pressure was on me. Would I pull off my big idea? Would I be able to get this website up and running and make money off of it? AHHH!! All that pressure, fear, and uncertainty ended up getting the best of me. And after a couple of “professional” setbacks (no press pass for the Austin City Limits Festival & the inability to technically further my website), I sort of froze. I have a poor history when it comes to sticking with things. Even as a kid, if I felt like I couldn’t succeed in a certain area (gymnastics, track), I quit. I think that’s why as I watched the Summer Olympics this year I really gained a strong respect for the athletes that took part. These people train for YEARS. They basically dedicate their lives to being the best! And even if they experienced major setbacks & disappointments, they persevered. It was very uplifting and humbling, at the same time, to hear some of their stories. I’m not sure if I have the type of strength that these athletes do to push through and carry out even my deepest desires. I guess I’ve always been a bit confused about what I was supposed to do with my life. And I think that stems from my ability to change and shift from interest to interest without sticking with one thing. Even when I worked in retail and built a career around retail management, I always held the thought in the back of my mind that ‘I’m not supposed to be doing this‘. And that eventually I would find my true calling. And when I burned out of retail and left NYC, that’s when my real journey began. It’s been six years since that all went down and I’m still struggling to make sense of my place in this world. I morph and adapt to my surroundings, always trying to justify the choices I make and the things that I do. Yet, I still haven’t reached my full potential. I still haven’t found my niche. I know I love music. That IS my passion. But…but…but…It’s all so confusing. Whenever I reach this confused place in life, I always look to the past. Nostalgia and reconnecting with the moments and people who shaped my life always seem to help push me forward. I’m in limbo at the moment. I’m like my iPod on shuffle. I’m going from action to inaction, frustration to enthusiasm, past to present, The Beatles to Erykah Badu and never really sticking with one theme. Is my life meant to be a struggle of uncertainty? I’m hoping if I keep adjusting, adapting, and fighting that I’ll figure it out. While I love the variety that this shuffling life has given me, I long to have the stability of a specific genre.