“HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!” …that’s what I’d be saying to you if you were here in England, and you had perpetuated your race by having heretofore squeezed a 6lb genetic portmanteau of yourself and whomever’s propagatory fluids had found their way up into your guts 9 month previously. It’s a miracle, a four-times-a-second miracle. But somewhere around the end of the Middle Ages, something went terribly wrong, as humans suddenly lost the ability to spawn as efficiently as they had since the inception of their species.
Thus far we’ve taken an admittedly flippant dip into the wellspring of bilge, and while this offering will likely seem no different, no less askew, with no less of an ‘otherness’ about it, it occupies a special place in my heart. I like all the Song Poems I’ve posted so far, but something happened to me when I first heard this one…I loved it.
And our story, our adventure, our foray into the liver damaging, hipter sighting, ear piercing melee that is Austin during SXSW comes to its inevitable close. This city is going to smell like a dumpster that hobos urinate in for the next 48 hours, but eventually it subsides. The tents and stages come down. Beer is no longer free (but on the plus side, non-free beer is no longer marked up 50%). The vultures are circling. The circus left town. And in a year, we’ll all do this again.
Okay. It’s time to be honest with myself. I am not as young or able bodied as i’d like to continue thinking I am. These things happen. I’m just so very, very tired. SXSW has the upper hand now. Whatever you do, don’t look at what’s in the box!
Last night, a piece of human garbage named Rashad Charjuan Owens got drunk, drove his car, fled from police, and plowed through a blocked off street killing two people and injuring another 23. In light of that, it doesn’t really feel right to go into any detail about all the fun happenings around Austin today. A cloud and a general somberness kind of hung over most of the day’s events, but everyone also just seemed a little friendlier today. There’s a collective numbness that usually occurs after a tragedy, but there can also be a collective oneness as well. Even in the darkness you can feel the love. Thoughts, prayers, and love to everybody.
Huey Lewis and The News are not playing a free show on the roof of Whole Foods. Daft Punk are not playing a free show on the steps of the state capital building. The word spreads faster than a planet decimating virus, but i can assure you, as adamant as the weirdo getting you hyped for some classic jams by Mr. Lewis and his News may be, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He is just the latest peg in a long line of false stories, hopes, and dreams. If you go to Whole Foods, there will be no “Power of Love.” No “Hip to be Square.” No “Heart of Rock and Roll.” So just stay where you are and enjoy the show you chose to attend in the first place. Unless you’re a “Belieber.” Because that story about Justin Bieber showing up and performing at Bangers is true. Terribly, terribly true.