Hello from Our Hometown
Big fun in our hometown over the weekend: we went to the annual Art Car parade, which I’ve attended with my son for who knows how many years. Just the other day the New York Times did a story where they spent 36 hours in our hometown, and needless to say they missed a lot of the good stuff. How can you spend any time in our hometown and not mention the music?
Our little town is an American cradle of blues, country, folk, jazz and hip-hop, all seasoned by our neighbors to the south (Mexico), the east (Louisiana) and the west (Austin). You can look up some of the cool musicians who have called our little town home, and the many more who recorded their hits here. Of course the NY Times mentioned an art museum, some swanky restaurants and hotels and – naturally – a gay bar.
Screw the New York Times. We still run that damn space program from here, and there’s still no better place to get your damn heart fixed. And did I mention we have a lot of great music here: guess who was here over the weekend? Elwood Blues. Ha ha ha ha!