Well, the kite festival at Zilker was rescheduled for next Sunday (the 13th), so now none of you lazy bastards have an excuse for not showing up.
I spent large parts of my weekend sleeping, so I should be rested up, but unfortunately my schedule got all messed up, so I couldn't fall asleep last night until 2:00 a.m. and I'm exhausted today.
Crackbass had his birthday celebration this weekend, and lots of fun people came out to celebrate for drinks on Friday at the San Jose. The evening ended, as usual, with Jeff, Mandy, Andy, Rami, and I sitting around the Wilsons backyard, drinking whiskey and exchanging stories of debauchery.
I got up around 1:00 p.m. Saturday with a stabbing pain in my head and muscles that felt like they had been run over with a mack truck. I wandered around a couple of music stores Saturday afternoon buying vinyl albums and banjo picks, and had dinner with the Wilsons and Judy (another one of my delightful neighbors) Saturday night. About midnight on Saturday Reed Shaw showed up at my house to show me pictures of the trip he had just returned from (in Mexico) and to listen to some of the records I had bought.
Sunday it rained a lot, but I went out with Bart and Jeff to buy some more records and trade paperbacks at Austin Books (we used to call them graphic novels, but they're basically just really long comic books- they were on sale this weekend).
I bought Arcade Fire's first album, Funeral, this weekend, which I had read some raving reviews about, but I was a little bit underwhelmed. I mean, the album is definitely not bad, but I guess I just found it fairly derivative. I think that music which is new and truly unique should typically be an acquired taste rather than something you can sing and hum along to the first time you hear it. Maybe I'm just pining for the days of The Pixies, Primus, or Jane's Addiction, when you would listen to an album for the first time squinting and scratching your head, trying to figure out what the artist was up to, and then gradually, as you figured it out, you would come to love the music. This is the feeling that I primarily get from classic jazz records nowadays (although, ironically, rarely from modern jazz). Arcade Fire, while a decent band, doesn't seem to be really doing anything new. I know I sound like a whiney old something or other, but I hold firm in my belief that too much of the "new" music which is coming out today simply involves recycled mixtures of older styles. If the rockers out there can't come up with anything new, then rock is dead and it's time to move on. If it's going to stay alive, rock music shouldn't be about feeling comfortable and reminiscing- it should be about breaking new ground and finding new voices. Otherwise, it's played out as an art form and today's kids should start looking elsewhere for a sound to define themselves. Maybe breakbeat latin bossanova will be tomorrow's punk. I don't know. I just feel bad for all of these kids out there who should have some new stuff of their own, but instead just get a bunch of bands who are standing on the shoulders of their predecessors (and, yes, I know that back in high school we listened to a lot of bands that recycled stuff, too, but there was some original stuff out there, and it just feels like the originality of rock music dwindles more and more each decade).