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March 18, 2005

The Hounds Of Brixton

That just sounds like a song-title circa 1980 England, which is what my new favorite band sounds like. Run, don't walk, to purchase music from The Futureheads, whose album is a product of Sire Records. One of the best live bands I've seen in some time. It's as though XTC were reborn with double the earnestness and the original complement of enthusiasm.

Don't you hate it when people blog a music festival? South By Southwest is very crowded this year. How many parties can SPIN magazine possibly throw? I will proceed through the dawn today and into the wee hours of Saturday AM, but tomorrow night, I'm going bowling with my wife.

Meanwhile, I have completed Book #11, Death Of An Ordinary Man, by Glen Duncan. It was reviewed positively on the cover the Times Book Review a few weeks back. I can recommend it, but found reading it an odd experience. It's been a while since I read an explicitly "literary" novel, and though I found parts of the book deeply moving, I also thought the story moved a bit slowly and found some of the stylistic trickery off-putting. That said, I agree with the Times reviewer. If you have to read a novel about a person dying and reviewing their life from a ghostly limbo, choose this one. It's honest. The Lovely Bones is a very-special episode of The Facts Of Life by comparison.

Maybe that reference dates me too badly. A very-special episode of Smallville? Last night I quoted the Hill Street Blues catchphrase, "let's roll, and hey, let's be careful out there." My companions, two of them aged 21 and the other aged 28, looked at me as though I'd quoted Fibber McGee And Molly.

I had another such experience on Wednesday night. I was out with my friend Ben Brown, editor of Austinist and burgeoning professional scenester. We passed by Stubb's and heard the dulcet live tones of White Wedding. "Shit," I said. "I don't need to hear that. I saw Billy Idol in 1981. "That's awesome," Ben said.

My memories are becoming quaint. That night, Ben also mocked me because my cell phone still has a black-and-white display. Excuse me! Sorry I can't take photos of people with their tongues sticking out and text-message my "friends" using my phone! You kids need to do some volunteer work.

OK. I need some coffee.