Houston Complains: Austin Has Traffic, Bad Music and Red Eyed Fly is Our Only Venue
The tired argument about our city's worth based on a LSD-induced hallucination from the '70s doesn't seem to go away, does it? Can't we pay homage to our roots while understanding that time doesn't stand still? And if we all love live music and our music community is so damned important, shouldn't we take some time to engage with and appreciate what we've evolved to? Maybe Beerland or Mohawk or Red 7 or Trailer Space isn't for everyone, but it can definitely be argued that what's happening right beneath the surface here in Austin right now is pretty remarkable -- you just have to want to see it. Even if that right-beneath-the-surface stuff isn't for you, it seems obvious that we're in better shape than Ellis, a man who apparently doesn't get out of San Marcos much, lets on. You've never seen an interesting show happen on Red River? Emo's and Parish absolutely never have anything worthwhile? Really? Do they remember that a big part of the reason the Armadillo was such a huge deal is thanks to the touring bands not from Austin stopping by?
John Nova Lomax continued the complain-train, saying, "Today, save for the old-timers, there’s no Austin music that “sounds like Austin” the way the cosmic cowboys, retro-blues folks, and even the Austin punks and new-wavers did. The bands that have created national buzz out of Austin in the last five or ten years — Ghostland Observatory, Spoon, Okkervil River, the Octopus Project — could just as easily be from Portland, Brooklyn, Toronto or San Francisco. Likewise, today’s Austin City Limits could as easily be called Indie City Limits. But that’s a national trend: music everywhere is starting to sound like music anywhere."
Ok, we get it. We not only have to have a very particular kind of attitude, we have to have a very particular kind of sound. A sound that, we gather, sounds something like vintage Roky Erickson and Asleep at the Wheel. That seems fair.
Look, Houston. We don't need to be the coolest. Part of being cool is not noticing that shit. And we're not perfect; we complain all the time about shows being social hour and crappy bands getting recognition just because they have a 'captivating live show' (read: a couple lasers). But honestly, if you're going to slight us by basically reciting every retired person's list of life complaints (traffic, new construction, these kids today) then you might want to be prepared for some exasperated sighs. Especially when the criticism is so clearly out of touch. Our favorite example? The Dallas Observer writer's response when they re-published the story was "The town’s just a magnet for wannabe blog darlings.” Because it's 2003. Pete Mongillo waded through the most hilarious comments for us already, but you can read the rest of the Dallas Observers uh, observations, here.
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