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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.

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.