Austin Fanzine Project

Well the show wasn't happening there when we arrived, nor was it planned. So we called Wacky's and they said that the show was going to be there. But, when we got there, no one was there and the guy, presumably Wacky himself, said he hadn't heard from any of the bands since Wednesday. "But," he said, "we got dollar Shiner Bocks tonight." So we thought we'd take a break before driving home, and luckily, the bands showed up.

Turned out there were only a few locals there and they were extremely questionable-not punk or rock. The dollar beer soon lubricated the mostly Austin crowd and the show got off to a great start. I already loved watching the Inhalants and now they've got Dana ex-Hormone on drums so they're doublecool. Then the Drags got on stage and kicked ass and this time CJ just threw a 7" at me. Then it all fell apart- no pun needed- and the Fells fucking went to hell in front of us all. It was insane nad by the end no one was playing their own instruments or anything and people were getting on the stage and Heath was under a ladder in back of the stage nursing wounds, I suppose and everyone was drunk and CJ was on stage and people were screaming and hitting things and some guy kept falling on me no matter where I moved.

And through it all two little Mexican boys kept trying to sell people roses for 2 bucks each and everytime they did you could see the person think "Hmmm, that's two beers....nah"

Afterward someone put on that new Johnny Cash record which sounded really weird after what had just happened, but it was better than that fucking Bjork record that I keep fucking hearing everywhere I go even before the show that night. And everybody kinda sat around and looked stunned. And the bar ran out of beer.

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1. I'm pissed that my mom and brother live in Chicago now and that so many of my friends live far away. 2. I'm pissed that rent and shit is so high in this town. 3. I'm pissed that there weren't any Whore-o-Scopes or a Dear Fag Hag column in the last Issue of the Fag Rag. 4. I'm pissed that there aren't any really good clubs in this town. 5. I'm pissed that I can't afford any new records right now. 6. I'm pissed the Grifters haven't been here again sooner, like, now, goddamnit! -BUT 1. I'm happy that there are so many new, good local bands right now! We had quite a drought there for a while. 2. I'm glad that my new roommate has three newts. When I asked what their names were, she said Jonie and Chachie. Hello- there are three of them, but only two names- I dunno maybe she should lay off the pot for a while. 3. I'm glad my bestest friend Susan is back and giving me her TV and VCR. 4. I'm glad I can walk to Sound Ex now from my house. 5. And last of all, sweet reader, I am so, so happy that you are reading my humble piece of writing.

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RekeRds:

Cryin' Out Louds/Motards split 7" I'm Possessed & Hangman Lager b/w Nothing Ever Changes & Unhappy *I love, love, love this stuff, but at this point, even I have to admit that it is getting kinda predictable round these parts and I'd definitely rather see these bands live. Still, this is a fine record with the Motards sounding shitty and the COLs sounding slightly less shitty.

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The Humpers 7" (Sympathy... Fast, Fucked & Furious b/w For Lovers Only The rock'n'roll just leaps off of this one. As a matter of fact, when congratulated for their endurance after their two raucous Austin shows, one of 'em replied, "Hey, that's rock'n'roll." Listen to this in your car and run over pedestrians.

Grifters 7" (Sub Pop) Queen of the Table Waters b/w Return to Cinder *Sub Pop?!? I'm still kind of in shock when I see the Sub Pop logo on the sleeve, but then I am in near constant contact with some heavy duty indie-rock politics gossip/debaters. So, this record is beautiful and haunting and dark and shiny and it spins round and round and fucks my head all up which is exactly what a Grifters record is good for. Thank you, Sub Pop for a very pleasing product.

Hormones 7" (Unclean Sell Out Young b/w You Can't Win *Catchy as fuck! Great '77 punk-pop. Recorded before Tim Hayes and Dana Barclay jetted. This a-side is Tim's, the b-side is Ron's.

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Thursday, 22 June 1995

We woke up just before 4am, and took off up I-35. It felt great to be going 70mph away from Austin. We kept going until we got to the trusty Waffle House just south of Dallas on I-35E. We ordered the all-you can-eat breakfasts, but for the first time in my life, were in too much of a hurry to get where we were going to dig around for jukebox change. (But I highly recommend Waffle House jukeboxes which are novel musical treats with songs on them like, "Hash Browns'n'Biscuits.")

I'll spare you lots of roadtrip detail here... We got to Memphis at about 8pm. Finally. Home of the Blues. Birthplace of Rock'n'Roll. Musi cal Mecca. Cool fuckin' town. Being the exhausted motor vehicle operators we were, we proceeded directly to the first motel on our Memphis Hard Luck Motel Tour. This particular Motel 6 was the sorriest motel I'd ever stayed in and Susan hated it even more than I did. Still, I was happy to collapse on the bed for a few seconds, get a shower and consume some wretched Chinese-type food at the too-convenient-to-be-true restaurant across the street.

Refreshed, we called some people we knew in town to see what was up for the evening and we ended up going down to the P&H Cafe (it stands for Poor & Hungry). The place is owned and run by a woman named Wanda who was once a truck driver and has a supporting role in Teenage Tupelo. SHe looks like a distorted Dolly Parton and was very hospitable and kind. We had a good time relaxing, drinking beer and shootin' the shit with Tripp and "his people"--the P&H is a favorite hangout.

Friday, 23 June 1995

Friday morning we had breakfast at Brother Juniper's College Inn this badass place that Tripp had given us directions to. Next we stopped by Shangri-la Records, one of the best record stores in the universe, which is run by a fellow by the name of Sherman who also runs the Shangri-la Records (the label) and who is therefore responsible for