We went to a bunch of little nothing bars in Denton, Dallas and Austin and a
few nice ones, too. We basically saw a lot of blues bands, a whole bunch of
guitar virtuoso types. Nothing metal-sounding, though. Two guys got
together and played duelling guitars spontaneously, one just back from L.A.,
the other home from a nearby town that looked like they'd been playing
together and perfecting this routine for at least a few weeks. My gal's
stepdad got up and sang a few songs with them. All these people just show
up and play together without any rehearsal. It's weird how many talented
musicians there are playing every night that never get noticed. Some of these
guys really should be famous, too. The two duelling guitarists could both sing
and play like sonsabitches. I got to see a Harmony Rocket get played and it
squealed like pig on stage (unexpected feedback). Poor guy just got it that
afternoon and was bummed that it's not a great stage guitar. It looked really
nice, though. I also had chicken fried steak and it wasn't very good. The rest
of the Texas food is pretty good, though it is fattening as lard.
― Nude Spock, Thursday, 3 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)