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whatsnotlost at Nov 17, 2020 03:19 AM

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Lookout was and hearing all those tunes live only reinforced my opinion. Of course, they also played "She Blows Blasts of Static," which got me more excited than a roomful of nearsighted Jewish boys. The set was short but sweet, with plentiful traces of that old Grifters feeling present. You know, the way that their good shows feel like watching late afternoon sun coming in through the blinds, illuminating dust and making everything look warm and liquid. Speaking of warm liquids, we got to take Tripp out to the Show Palace Halloween night since it was his thirty-first birthday. Margaret and I dressed as an angel and a devil and once we had a buzz on, we went around giving candy to strangers and asking them which one of us they would pick if forced to choose between good and evil. Before the show, the guys came over to dog in my clothes for some Halloween outfits, and somehow got into the wigs. Oh, man, did they look "rock." The show was a good one, of course, being in Austin it wasn't as great as the Houston shows, but they were in good form and overcame the embarrassment of sharing the bill with a Kiss cover band with aplomb. Margaret and I had a catfight on stage during "Last Chance Re-Entry," as we acted out the battle between busty good and lusty evil for the audience. You know, if you think about it, that's really what the Grifters are all about, you know, good and evil, like, in the context of two large-breasted sisters pulling each other's hair and rolling around on the effects pedals.

? and the Mysterians
2.8.98
Electric Lounge

The coolest thing about this show is that there was a good three months of anticipation before it finally went off. The band was accidentally booked to play earlier, but were reconfirmed later, and ended up playing after most people had totally given up and assumed that their original listing in the paper was all a hoax. In the months before the show I had all manner of daydreams about what the live show of this legendary late-sixties garage band might be like. When I got to the Electric Lounge that night I immediately got this nagging feeling that something a lot weirder than what I had imagined was going to happen. I was right -- too right. First the middle-aged-tie-dyed-t-shirt-wearing guys started comin' in. Not many of 'em, mind you, but man, it was cool to see 'em starin' around, taking in the modern rock scene and crowd. Then came the middle-aged Latino men and women. They were definitely there to rock. Next I saw the merch table. They

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Lookout was and hearing all those tunes live only reinforced my opinion. Of course, they also played "She Blows Blasts of Static," which got me more excited than a roomful of nearsighted Jewish boys. The set was short but sweet, with plentiful traces of that old Grifters feeling present. You know, the way that their good shows feel like watching late afternoon sun coming in through the blinds, illuminating dust and making everything look warm and liquid. Speaking of warm liquids, we got to take Tripp out to the Show Palace Halloween night since it was his thirty-first birthday. Margaret and I dressed as an angel and a devil and once we had a buzz on, we went around giving candy to strangers and asking them which one of us they would pick if forced to choose between good and evil. Before the show, the guys came over to dog in my clothes for some Halloween outfits, and somehow got into the wigs. Oh, man, did they look "rock." The show was a good one, of course, being in Austin it wasn't as great as the Houston shows, but they were in good form and overcame the embarrassment of sharing the bill with a Kiss cover band with aplomb. Margaret and I had a catfight on stage during "Last Chance Re-Entry," as we acted out the battle between busty good and lusty evil for the audience. You know, if you think about it, that's really what the Grifters are all about, you know, good and evil, like, in the context of two large-breasted sisters pulling each other's hair and rolling around on the effects pedals.

? and the Mysterians
2.8.98
Electric Lounge

The coolest thing about this show is that there was a good three months of anticipation before it finally went off. The band was accidentally booked to play earlier, but were reconfirmed later, and ended up playing after most people had totally given up and assumed that their original listing in the paper was all a hoax. In the months before the show I had all manner of daydreams about what the live show of this legendary late-sixties garage band might be like. When I got to the Electric Lounge that night I immediately got this nagging feeling that something a lot weirder than what I had imagined was going to happen. I was right -- too right. First the middle-aged-tie-dyed-t-shirt-wearing guys started comin' in. Not many of 'em, mind you, but man, it was cool to see 'em starin' around, taking in the modern rock scene and crowd. Then came the middle-aged Latino men and women. They were definitely there to rock. Next I saw the merch table. They