July 28, 2003
Hard To Breathe
Whew!
Sometimes deadline compacts duties/goals/confirmations into such a short time that the compression seems impossible to survive. But, Lord willing, this deadline will be over and a new wonderful issue will hit the newsstands in just a few weeks. I'm looking forward to being on the other side of this one.
I had a nice Strawberry/Banana smoothie this morning. My daughter's been begging me to make some smoothies lately, and so this morning I blended some up, but I was the only one who liked them! (Not that they were bad. My daughter had her heart set on chocalate and not strawberry... oh well)
I took her to see Charlie Peacock at Hope Chapel on Saturday Night. Saw a lot of good friends. Did you ever hear the story of how One Bad Pig started from the prayer/evangelism at local punk clubs like Liberty Lunch in the mid-80s in Austin? Well, one of the old friends at the show on Saturday was there. It was fun to remember those times. I recall having some spirited and unusual conversations outside that club. The Charlie Peacock set was excellent. He had a local guest musician on standup bass that really tore it up. The modal Jazz interplay between the two was hot.
The previous night I went into town to see FSF and Anberlin play. While Anberlin rushed from Houston to Austin to make the gig, they went on 10 minutes early and finished by 6:11pm as part of a 4-band bill that was supposed to start at 6. Sigh. I missed every single note of the Anberlin set, but was able to catch up and chat with them, which was nice. FSF played a good show, even with 3 microphones breaking for poor Jason. They sounded great. Especially noteworthy was a cover of Bjork's "Pagan Poetry" - it was so powerful.
Well, better get back to deadline stuff.
More later.
