Old Austin

Some of my happiest memories happened in this little house on east 11th street. Why is it that you don’t know you’re in heaven until you’ve been to hell? I am so grateful for this time in my life. For my friend Mark. For Hoagy the Doagy. For getting to mother everyone around me without them minding too much. All of it. The entire Tonewheel Collective and her subsidiaries. I loved being a fan and loving everyone from the sidelines.

New Austin is different. It’s been a decade. I’ve been to hell and back. And most of my friends are established players while I’m just starting out. I’m different too. Less naive, but more hopeful. Less happy, but more fulfilled. Seemingly ancient in wisdom only to be matched by my folly. Where there is a will there is a way, I suppose. So I will just keep moving.





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