Breakfast again at Austin Java, excellent food and coffee. Needed the caffeine after the dog next door kept us up all night. K and I finally had enough and tried to go there to knock onthe door and do our good cop/bad cop routine, but as we navigated the long staricase down the neighbors' hill we heard a lot of shouting and things being thrown -- K's dad had also reached his limit.
All that and it turns out these folks are out of town. Supposedly the problem is all being taken care of ... we'll see at bedtime.
But who cares when you're standing five feet from James McMurty while he belts out "choctaw bingo" and "we can't make it here" at a free showcase? As Greg might say: Man ...
Got some great photos of the man. Hopefully they'll look as good blown up as they do on the LCD. That was at Mother Egan's on E. Sixth St, btw.
We hit SoCo again and did the hell out of it. We went into every last one of those antique shops chock full o' stuff other people threw out but now I'm supposed to pay $25 for, and all the hipster stores full of ironic shirts, snarky magnets and funky toys I like to play with but never want to buy. Lots of Mexican curios and cowboy hats too.
Missed Life of Pi by about 5 minutes at the free showcase at Yard Dog art, one of those places for outsider art shows (Stuff made by batshit crazy people, ala Junebug or the AVAM in B'more) Most of the art was typical "What the fu--," but I have to admit there was one musician whose retouched old school country music posters blew my mind, and my bank. Not taking any of that home, sadly.
The band after Life of Pi sucked. Lots of noise, amps all the wy up and fuzzed out. If you can't play, just play loud. But, after we wandered the strip for a while and bought a metal lizard for the wall, we came back just in time for Sawgrass something, and they hit some good notes, ending with a rocking version of the old El Paso.
Ate at Curra's again, the tres leches cake was magnifico. So was the flan.
Saw our ducks again at the house. Tried to start a fire (not with the ducks), but it didn't take.
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