Behold: Bottlecap Mountain! That’s my friend David, over on the left. Oh. My. Buddha! They are so freaking fabulous! I’ve seen them twice in the past two weeks, most recently at Scoot Inn this past Monday. Their song THIS TOWN really needs to be adopted as the theme song for what is happening to Austin right now.
I don’t just love their music, though. I love how they came into my life. And I love how going out to hear them goes a long way toward reminding me I need to keep a good attitude in the face of too much change too fast.
I first ran into David at the birthday party of a mutual friend. This was right at the beginning stages of the whole Piñata Demolition Fiasco. It was before I got nailed to a cross by a small group of... oh shit. Never mind all that. The bullying is behind me now. Suffice it to say that the one good thing that came out of my involvement with the piñata bullshit is that it was the catalyst for a long, meandering, hilarious conversation with D.
We caught up with each other a couple of months later and he played his songs for me. In addition to being a word/melody/six-string alchemist for heartfelt songs, he is also the genius behind the jaunty jingle for Austin Tiny Pies. (If you go to the Tiny Pies Website and click on the little button in the right hand corner, you can hear for yourself.)
Before Bottlecap Mountain’s Scoot Inn gig, I caught some softball at Krieg Complex (scroll down for more on that). Then I met up with Ann and Jay at Rio Rita for some conversation. Then we all strolled over to the Scoot. I gotta say that live music on a Monday night in Austin really calls to mind Old Austin in the best way. Parking is free. The streets weren’t packed. The fans were there to actually listen to the music.
And I scored a food truck taco that tasted precisely like every single condiment in the refrigerator had barfed into a tortilla and formed a conga line with a handful of pinto beans, a few strands of cabbage, and an incredibly generous helping of raw diced onions. Ingesting this taste treat set forth a montage in my mind of so very many similar Gastronomical Gut Busting Delicacies I’d taken in over my decades as a drunk. (Fortunately the taco did not, however, inspire me to once again take up drinking, thus I had only morning after flatulence with which to contend, and not a screaming hangover.)
The older I get and the more crowded this town gets, the less inclined I am to wander out spontaneously, or even at all for that matter. I spend so much time at home in my bed I give Brian Wilson and the grandparents from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory a run for the money. But times I do venture out and find myself in a dark dive bar with a genuinely excellent band playing and a truly appreciative audience listening rapt, my heart just goes BOOM BOOM BOOM for Austin, Texas.
Thank you Bottlecap Mountain!
NOTE: If you’re reading this the day it posts, you can catch Bottlecap Mountain at the Gypsy Lounge at 10 pm. Otherwise just check out the Bottlecap Mountain Facebook Page for more info.