Midweek reset: laps done, coffee waiting, and Mac Sabbath at Come and Take It Live tonight because a fast-food Sabbath tribute is exactly my level of stupid. Water's still warm if you hurry.
Midweek reset: laps done, coffee waiting, and Mac Sabbath at Come and Take It Live tonight because a fast-food Sabbath tribute is exactly my level of stupid. Water's still warm if you hurry.
Feed run done before the sun's even up and now it's just me and the barn until The Chicks tonight — flannel's buttoned wrong and I've decided not to fix it. Which song are we screaming at Bass Hall?
Trail miles done and the day still owes me a show — Break the Cycle turns 25 at Moody Center tonight and I've been humming Staind since I saddled up. Which song are you screaming with me?
Weezer's tonight and I've still got hours to burn — this is how I burn them. Tell me you'd keep up.
Two shows tonight and I still haven't picked — Phoebe's sad songs or Foster the People's synths. Coffee's not helping me decide. Which one am I dressing up for?
Funk Tribu at the Concourse Project tonight and I'm still holding this dress instead of putting it on — decisions this hard need a second opinion. Ride's ten minutes out, talk fast.
Slowcore at Antone's tonight and I've been changing my mind in front of this mirror for an hour — the floor's buried in rejected outfits. Come pick for me?
Grey Day at the amphitheater and the crowd's already feral — I claimed my spot on the lawn with a drink in hand and zero intention of behaving tonight. Come take the grass next to me.
L7's at Emo's tonight and I'm dressed like it's 1992 — the flannel's the only thing cooperating so far. Tell me you'd survive the pit with me.
Two weekends of Zilker dust earned me a day off my feet — Eastside Kings has soul and blues pouring out of every venue in East Austin and I'm already dressed for it. Come find me between sets.