Yeah yeah, you live in Austin and you think you are a ROCK STAR! I am sad to say that your geographical location doesn't make you Kurt Cobain. I mean, if I was moving to London, I would not start saying things like, "Oh! I've to go to the loo!" Ick. So why, I beg you, must you pick up a guitar and strum with your fat little fingers and yell incoherent words at the blue walls of my house? I feel that my weird hobbies only harass me, only batter the skeletal structures of ME, so it is especially irritating when someones pipe dream comes splashing into the precious spaces between my ears.
But, I do want to support musicians, and that infiltrating creative energy that slips in the cracks of Austin's steamy streets, so I let the music continue and try to string thoughts that can be rhythmic on SOME level. After all, I live in Austin, and there is certainly a plethora of goodness swirling around for me to reach up and smile at, to let a few slinking irritations at my ankles be left as nothing more than minor annoyance. Every one's an artist, and hey, everyone sucks at some point.
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