Sunday, September 27, 2009

Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon

I spent the past 3 hours drinking $2 Lone Star bottles at Ginny's Little Longhorn Saloon in Austin, TX. Why did I go there? First, I'm in Austin for business. Second, I saw that country truebador Dale Watson was playing there. Third, I saw their website and new I couldn't turn it down.

Where I come from, musicians don't play from 4-8pm on a Sunday evening. But in TX, they do. Ginny's is about 5 minutes north of downtown Austin and when I drove by I was surprised to see a bunch of people sitting in the parking lot on chairs it appeared they had brought (brung) with them. It turned out that Dale was between sets and after everyone had stood in line to purchase their chickenshit bingo ticket, they just hung out out back with their buddies drinkin' their Lone Stars or Buds. In fact, I don't think I saw anyone in the joint drinking anything other than a bottle of Lone Star or a bottle of Bud.

I found myself a lean at the bar in the bandbox joint that is smaller than my 1000 square foot condo and awaited the next set. The clientele was mostly dressed in jeans & boots, even in the 94 degree heat. The band had their little 4-piece setup in a corner -- drums, bass, pedal steel, and Dale on Telecaster & vocals.

At first, I was intimidated by the long line to the chickenshit bingo so I initially passed on it. But the buzz in the entire joint during Dale's set was: When is that chicken gonna shit? Chickenshit bingo is just as it sounds: A chicken coop sitting atop the pool table is turned into a 6x9 grid, randomly numbered 1 through 54. You buy a ticket for a number. The chicken is placed into the coop which is scattered with chickenfeed and wait. Lucky winner pockets $114 or has a chance to swap it for the money in Dale Watson's pocket (just like Let's Make a Deal). It's an amazing microcosm of Texas culture.

Alas, my bullshit iPhone camera is busted. I know! How does that happen?! So I am unable to share photos. But let me say that this was absolutely a Top Five music/cultural event of all time and put all those SXSW experiences to shame.

Wish U were here.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Twitter Evolution

I set up a Twitter account a few months ago in order to keep up-to-date on the rumors and goings on of the NHL entry draft. Soon after I branched out a bit and started following other entities I appreciate like Outside magazine and Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations TV show. I'll occassionally tweet myself, but usually only mundane crap when I'm killing time on the bus or after I've had a few drinks.

But now people are signing up to follow me and receive all my brief blurbs in their inbox or instantly to their mobile device. I'm not exactly sure why. Have they looked at my Twitter history? There's nothing out there of interest. Maybe they're just mining the data in order to learn when I'm not home, break into my condo and steal collection of vintage vinyl. I dunno.

Most surprising of all was earlier today when one of my most revered magazines of all time started to follow me -- Powder magazine, the bible of serious downhill skiing. Now I feel like I should be launching more big air, taking pictures, and posting it in order to keep the interns at Powder interested.

Is this how Twitter grows?

1. Normal people like me try it out just to see how it works
2. A team of diabolical insiders with fancy sounding names subscribes to the tweets of all these normal people, even though they're not saying anything
3. Normal people feel pressure to gain approval of their followers, so they start tweeting more regularly and more cleverly.
4. The whole system is now strengthened

Bully for Twitter. They still need to figure out how to make money off it, though.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009


I may have lost ar pulltabs at Mick's Office, but the children of the
Moorhead Youth Hockey Association are the real winners...or at least
the recipients of 10 of my American dollars.

We all know that half the kids are losers after every game.

In Fargo

Drove up to Fargo-Moorhead this afternoon for work. My USB connection
from iPhone to stereo crapped out on me while listening to a podcast
episode of This American Life, but fortunately I always carry some
recorded music on those old fashioned compacted discs. Soundtrack

Iffy - Biota Bondo

Halloween, Alaska - Champagne Downtown

Now I'm off to Mick's Office for dinner and beer Moorhead style.

Kirk is... goin' mobile.

Friday, September 4, 2009

At the lake

Gorgeous evening at the lake. Soundtrack on the scenic drive up from
St. Peter consisted of:

Son Volt - Wide Swing Tremolo
Minutemen - Double Nickels on the Dime
My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
Rev. Horton Heat - miscellaneous

Kirk is... goin' mobile.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Suburban office park hell

I'm spending Monday to Wednesday this week in a corporate training
facility in Suburban office park hell. I think it has become crystal
clear to me that I really don't enjoy listening to strangers tell
stories about their children or impart to me in some other way how
their entire life revolves around their kids.

To wit: when sharing our "best recent entertainment experience" two of
the people at my table said the Harry potter movie and one said going
to the bouncy air castle fun park in Eden prairie with her kid for a
birthday party. Ughh. I said the Sonic Youth concert at first ave.

Times like these reinforce to me how little I have in common with so
many people. Truthfully, I'm a bit repulsed by these situations.

Kirk is... goin' mobile.