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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.

Last edit almost 7 years ago by ClaudiaDurand

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Man...or...Astro...man!"), you could always check out the huge painted wall-hanging/backdrop thing or several black and white TVs playing choice snippets of old sci-fi b-movies. I also had a pretty good laugh when they started throwing out Little Debbie snacks and assorted candies and chocolate into the audience and some guy behind me shouted, "Fuck the chocolate, WE WANT TANG!!!"

Whew, we went back to the hotel and crashed so hard that we forgot to wake up in the morning to go to Al Green's Full Tabernacle Church. Oh, the things I missed. Guess I'll have to go back.

Sunday, 25 June 1995

We walked down to this shitty pancake house which I always want to call "Biscuit House," although I don't think that's its name. (Susan, Scott and I went there when we passed through Memphis on the way back from Chicago once. I couldn't remember its name then, and I still can't.) After breakfast, we saw the boys off and went to Sun Studios.

We were apprehensive, as we had just recently seen Mystery Train and were pretty convinced the tour was gonna suck shit. Boy, were we surprised. The tour guide was very informative and talked about all kinds of neat stuff. He also played parts of songs recorded there. I swear I got goosebumps when he played the first part of "I Walk The Line' and announced that we were standing in the very room that Johnny Cash recorded it in! Then he told us this story about this recording session where Elvis and Jerry Lee Lewis and Johnny Cash and somebody else were all recording together, but they kept cracking up because Carl Perkins was in the adjoining office mooning them through the window.

That night we hooked up with a friend of a friend, the wacky Andy Biscuit of the Resort Theory Recording Conglomerate. Andy drove us out past this industrial wasteland, like a decrepit, vacant warehouse district. Through that, to this bizarre neighborhood that had these creepy houses. I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong with them. Was it the paint, the architecture (I use that term very loosely here), the arrangement of them? Or was it that we didn't really know Andy too well (or the friend who referred us to him, for that matter), and there was the possibility lurking in the back of my mind that someone would be hauling my corpse out of one of these condemned factories the next day? Obviously, we lived. And I can say that Andy is a fine human, although he still owes us a visit.

Last edit almost 7 years ago by ClaudiaDurand
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