Austin was experiencing some record-breaking freeze-of-the-decade shit last night. But the Austin girls were still cute, the kids still came out and danced, and the sound guy at Emo’s was still the guy who had done sound for the Butthole Surfers for 11 years.
Today we loafed the afternoon away at Wyatt’s house, another Darwin friend and Baba lover. Sometimes loafing feels essential in the midst of relentless touring. It’s how we recharge. Eggs over hard. Laundry loads and showers. Miles gave my bowl cut a fresh shave in the backyard.
We watched an inspiring viral video where a hippy dippy dance weirdo at a Santogold concert caused a mass frenzy.
Wyatt had a Playstation game called Def Jam Icon where you fight Streetfighter style, but using rappers like T.I. and Big Boi. We designed a Darwin Deez character.
Darwin and Greg are devoted huskers. They take daily doses of psyllium husks to get their fiber, stay regular, have dream shits, eat badly with no immediate consequences, etc. Darwin casually suggested a few moments ago that they should shoot a video of them stirring and drinking their fiber to the music of Jay-Z’s “I’m a Hustler, Baby” (I’m a Husker, Baby).