THE TWISTY BUNGALOW (2000 FEET FROM THE AUSTIN CITY LIMITS MUSIC FESTIVAL)–It is 8:15 in the morning. Wafting up the hill, onto my personal patio and into my personal ears, are the ghastly soundcheck tones of some odious Jerry Garcia-inspired smooth jazz-jam torture device. Sadistic stoned soundguys: can’t live with’em, can’t bury’em up to their necks pour honey on their heads and sic fire ants on’em.
Meanwhile, the Weather Channel reports that Hurrican Rita will be, for an indeterminate interval, "sitting and spinning" over Texas.
It’s shaping up to be quite the hideous little weekend.