Michael's Texas Embrace

I have decided to do a music blog on the side, to pass on music I'm listening to to all you guys, if you're interested (and why wouldn't you be? Music is cool, and I promise something for everyone...) Anyway, I'll put up a song a day, and try to make sure it's something interesting. So, go here, now.

And don't ask about the name, I couldn't think of anything, so I went with gibberish. It's like mumbling when you don't know the answer, I guess.

This movie is just too funny!

I have to post this link. Not because this is the best website in the world, but because someone cares. *Sniff.*

They don't sell this west of the Mississippi, it seems, and this website, as pixelated as the pictures are, brought a tear to my eye. And a chuckle, I'll admit.

Behold: Click here for beverage satisfaction

Today I am trying to find a job. This picture is a representation of that process.

Here is a picture of the festival as dusk appoaches. You can see some of the crowd (though this is just the crowd around Dashboard Confessional, really, and the Food Court Beyond). And you can see some of the Austin skyline in the distance. Nice.

Spoon! Spooooooonnnnn.... Anyway, I think Spoon rules, and you probably should, too. Here they are at the festival. The guy in the background in the orangey-yellow suit is Ben Kweller, who was doing some kind of strange dancing on the side of the stage. I guess he likes Spoon, too.

Yet another haunting portrait of evening port-a-johns from ACL. It gives me chills. Really.

The second day of the Austin City Limits festival has drawn to a close. It was a good day, I have to say. Much rocking and rolling was had by all.

Modest Mouse was OK, though I was a little disappointed. The mixing wasn't so good. That is, the vocals should have been a little higher, but that was a problem last night with Ryan Adams, too. And we were super far back, with our fellow fold-out chair people (after our 2 1/2 mile hike through the woods to get there, we wanted to rock in some comfy chairs, with some ice-cold water). Plus, some other band had some ridiculously loud bass, that was just about louder than Modest Mouse's bass.

The shining jewel of the show, as far as sheer quality goes, was definately My Morning Jacket. It was almost unfair. They had perfect mixing, with every instrument perfectly balanced; they played very tightly; the singer was dead-on, and even the camera guys got better video feeds up to the big screen (fretboard close-ups of guitar solos--Go!). Anyway, they really blew the asses off of every other band.

...Though, the Pixies gave them a run for their money. They played well, and their crazy, song-packed set list included every Pixies song I ever wanted to hear live, with the exception of "Here Comes Your Man." They rocked the end of the day so, so hard.

Tomorrow: Spoon, Cake, Elvis Costello, and Wilco!

I went to the Austin City Limits festival this evening. Broken Social Scene was excellent, while Ryan Adams kept doing this weird vibrato-y falsetto that he really shouldn't have, and Amy's Ice Cream was tasty in the heat. Here is a haunting scene: Dusk near the Portable Toilets. 

Living in Texas is just like this, except replace the alligator with a gigantic spider. Wearing a cowboy hat.

So I just moved to Texas from Tennessee, and I was emailing someone and the email got really long, and I said, "this is really long. I should have a blog, and then you could just read my blog. Jerk."

Therefore, and with no fanfare, I present: my blog. Jerks.