Slim Pickin’s
I’m in the mood to say something pithy, but nothing pithy comes to mind. I’m facing one of those barren words deserts that occasionally plague writers. There’s a lot going on in the world and in my mind, and I know I’d like to observe something and talk about it, but nothing is cropping up this morning.
I went to hear Kelly Willis play and sing last night. I was totally unfamiliar with her music. Not surprising. There are entire swatches of American music unfamiliar to me. I tried to keep up, but when you’re raising three kids, working long hours at a job, and even starting a new business, staying current with popular music is hard. There’s lots of it. Luckily, given the way music is distributed and sold these days, if I want to dip my foot into the pool of Kelly Willis music, all I need do is login, search, find, and click play. Fractions of pennies will head her way.
Prior to that we ate dinner at Matt’s El Rancho. That’s always an experience. The service was great, the food was good and the experience of eating with half of Austin was exhilarating. It was a sea of fresh young faces and perky people. Most of the older folks walking around looked stunned. I have no idea how the kitchen kept up, but up they kept, and we ate, talked, and had a generally good time. And that’s it. Maybe tomorrow I’ll find something better to say.