New music’s been bumming me out for a while. But that’s because there’s a billion bands I’ve never heard of that deserve exposure, but are buried by layers of crap. What I need is a vacation, hey even the unemployed need a change of scenery now and then, if I had a job or source of income, I’d hop the next train to Austin. Less than a week after my arrival musicians from all over the globe will descend on jaded ol’ me. And they shall rock.
The din will slowly rise Thursday and grow louder until Saturday night when Iggy and the Stooges destroy another generation’s hearing. Please have mercy on me. Buy me a ticket so I can hear Pop and the boys tear through the classics.
Even if all the garage groups blow it, I can always count on Public Enemy. The backup plan continues with UGK, Against Me!, Hella, Don Caballero, Thurston Moore (of Sonic Youth fame, if you enjoy music you should know who he is), and The Nightwatchman or Rage Against the Machine’s guitar innovator Tom Morello. I just wanna see what Tommy’s up to after the Audioslave implosion, and the name sounds nostalgic. The Nightwatchman. And what would an underground festival be without Jello Biafra? I haven’t ever seen old man political punk rock perform and he’s not getting any younger, but I got my money on Jello getting crazier with age. Like tequila. And Kenny Wayne Shepherd’s brining 94 year old blues pianist Pinetop Perkins to the stage. I saw him three years ago in Baltimore and arthritis hasn’t claimed P Squared yet.
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