Sunday Night Marfa Drive*

Woke up Sunday morning to two missed Cesar calls. Called him, heard the news. Relayed the news to Jessica. Two hours later we were Marfa bound to see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band. We had no tickets. I checked online and they were sold out and a phone call told us it was at capacity. We had our doubts and our hopes and we said, fuck it, lets do it. Our fallout plan was eating at Marfa's Sonic.
We arrived two and a half hours later. Cesar led the way into the venue. He walked in and no one was stationed at the reception table and he headed in, and so did Jessica and I. We found awesome seats and free wine and beer was being served. We met up with Duran and company. It was a close to two hour set. It was beautiful. Marfa was the last date of the Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band world tour and you could tell. Everyone let loose and it was a party on stage with everyone involved playing an instrument, roadies and all. Conor is a funny witty man that loves his band and friends. His banter and use of "fuck" is amazing. He played one song off Cassadaga which was cool. Everyone in the band had their own song they sung which was nice. An epic show for the three of us. Warm feelings when I remember.
Cesar at Prada. He caught a great deal on the road: 20 cent apples.
Jessica at Prada. Afraid of the dark but can still be an awesome roadie on road trips.
I totally neglected my homework for this trip. But I had super fun and loved Cesar and Jessica's company. We had a fantastic Wendy's dinner after the show in Van Horn.
Top two quotes of the trip, paraphrased:
1) What mile marker are you?
2) Watch out, its a truck!
*Pictures taken from Jessica's camera phone. Not great pictures, but rich in sentimental value.

Austin November*^

An argument on I-54 because I'd been listening to electronica for ten hours; they were drinking, smoking illegal substances, and I couldn't catch a break with simple directions. Too cavalier, these kids.

Getting my groove on finally with some Lonies and some camouflaged beer which made no sense. Unless you're hunting. So you're drinking and carrying a gun and you fear that your un-camouflaged beer can will give you away to the harmless deer. And we hit an armadillo on the drive to Austin.

My OG friend, Chris Lea made it out for the weekend. He brought a skull beer bong with him. Val was really taken by it.

There was a liquidation sale at the 'stache emporium on Riverside.

I look like a Lebanese Charlie Chaplin.

Blaine, loving his new 'stache and the very viable Natural Light 24 pack.

Trail of Dead. One of many bands that is finally suffering from old age. Good set though. Oh, and the punk stage. A bunch of fat old men playing songs once re-popularized in the Tony Hawk video game franchise.

Sarah and Michele: Austin mamas. Daniel and Raul: El Paso Casanovas.

Ben Nichols and Raul. Holy Shit! Picture of the year.

Sarah Monster. I like her feather assortment. Very speakeasy flapper!

It was a good weekend. Nice to be out of town for a few days. Got to see some beautiful friends. And look at those awesome side burns. I've been feeding them nothing but American ground beef. I want to thank Arto, Daniel, and Red Bull for the backstage pass for Fun x3 Fest. The open bar was awesome and there I got to meet Ben Nichols. P.S. Love everyone at Shake H.

*All pictures by Daniel.

^Reckless driving by James. Ha!

Beautiful Rave Girl

I'm sure you're unstable. Too many drugs and not enough talks with Mom. I like your clothes, must've bought 'em online. Couldn't find them here. Fiery hair that I could swallow full and be content for the night.

Your face I can't remove from this dejection. And I already forgot how you look. Just stare at you like a creep, but I'm ten steps behind your first impressions of me.

In silence we can find our way back.