Week in Review – October 20th, 2019

“Angry Bevo”

We started the week in Austin, enjoying a reasonably long stay this time.  Celebrations and self congratulations continued on Monday afternoon as we had an afternoon office party to celebrate the rollout of our new system.  The balloons say POS2 – our highly original name for our new version of the Point of Sale system.  One of the really nice features of a small company is the way the whole office comes together to recognize accomplishments like this.  Beer, wine, and snacks at 3:30pm didn’t hurt either.

That’s my Development leader, Doug, cutting the cake.  He’s been working on this for several years and certainly deserved the recognition.

Diana joined Damon, Mark, and me for continued celebrations at Uchi on Tuesday night.  This time we were celebrating a successful migration from our old cloud data center provider to Microsoft Azure – another activity that had been planned for a long time, and consumed a good part of our normal weekend sleeping hours.  Sushi is not the best choice for Damon, who can consume massive quantities of beef for such a small, skinny guy.  As a result, we got to sample a decent amount of the menu.  My favourite was the maguro (big-eye tuna) with goat cheese mousse.

One morning this week, Marc Cohn and the Blind Boys of Alabama performed “Work to Do” on the Today show.  It’s a great performance that took us back to that wonderful evening at the Mountain Winery:

https://www.today.com/video/marc-cohn-blind-boys-of-alabama-sing-work-to-do-on-today-71287365656

I planned out an evening of new experiences for Friday night.  We were very adventurous and stepped outside our standard 2 mile radius around the Catherine, starting with a lovely Indian dinner at the Clay Pit.  Curried mussels with garlic Naan to sop up the sauce, chicken pakora, and lamb Rogan-Josh were all excellent.  It’s been so long since I had a decent Indian meal – and who knew there was a good place within a 5 minute Uber ride of the apartment.  I look forward to going back soon.

After dinner, we walked up “the drag” (Guadalupe street by the University of Texas), to the University Union and the Cactus Cafe.

This is a small music club that features folk-rock singer-songwriter types.  It just celebrated a 40 year anniversary and has hosted many of the greats as seen in these posters.  It did seem a bit strange to wander through UT students, studying with laptops out, to get to a show where the median age was at least 50.

Our entertainment for the evening was provided by Steve Forbert, top middle in the poster from 1994.  If you’re like most of the folks I’ve talked to since this show, you may not recognize the name.  Here’s his biggest hit, Romeo’s Tune:

Did you recognize it?  No worries if you didn’t – it’s from 1973.  But is does have very close to 5 million listens on Spotify.  I’ll share another of my favourites later in the official music section.  What a unique voice.  Forbert has released 19 albums over the years, and so has a large catalog to draw from in performances.  We ran into a couple we met at the Bill Frisell show recently, and they reported very different setlists each time they have seen him.

I had heard about a new book by Forbert, and had waited to buy it at the show.  I was fortunate to get a personalized copy.

We slept late on Saturday morning, then I had a swim in the very chilly pool while McD had a workout.  Next we were off on a typical Austin Saturday trail – coffee and crossword on the Opa! patio and a stop to pick up wine.  Then another new experience.

We donned our UT burnt orange garb and headed over to the stadium parking lots for a “tailgate”.   For my overseas readers, a “tailgate” is a gathering to get pumped up before a big sports event, often involving barbecue and beer.  The term stems from dropping down the gate at the end of a pickup truck bed to make an informal table.  Our event was a bit fancier, with sun awnings, TVs, catered barbecue, a wide selection of drinks, and games.  My vendor who organized the event did a great job – she had to arrive at 6am to stake out the prime, shady spot, and the party didn’t start until 3pm.

Over 100,000 fans attend the University of Texas Longhorns games – it feels like the whole city is involved, with lots of people traveling in from around the United States.  Bevo is the longhorn mascot, and I got Diana an “Angry Bevo” tee shirt to war to the event – she got lots of compliments.

I was sporting my new “Allright, Allright, Allright” shirt.  Matthew McConaughey, the actor, is a huge UT fan and that’s his catch phrase.

Diana won a pair of tickets to the game in the raffle, but neither of us was pumped about sitting in the craziness for another three hours.  Like a couple of old folks, we headed home for a quiet night in.  The game turned out to be a very exciting and high scoring affair, with UT ultimately defeating Kansas.  That picture of D’s new shirt was taken inside a conch shell sculpture outside the UT Medical Center – she’s still very good at humouring me.

Sunday was another lazy start, followed by workouts, and packing for the drive to Dallas.  Thousands of others had the same idea, and it was a long drive in Penelope.  She was only able to achieve a comfortable cruising speed for short periods – always gets her dander up.

We did arrive home in time for me to settle into my spot for the Cowboys – Eagles game.  This was a very important game for the division lead, and the Boys got off to a great start.  For once, they were able to maintain momentum and win 37-10.  A very nice victory.

Mother Nature was extremely active during the game with severe thunderstorms in McKinney and tornados in North Dallas.  Our local tornado sirens went off a couple of times.  The damage was very severe – the worst since 1969.  The tornado was classified as an EF3 with 140 mph winds, and was on the ground for 16 miles across North Dallas.  The Preston Hollow area, with very fancy homes (including George and Laura Bush’s residence) was heavily impacted.  This article has pictures and videos of the devastation.  The great news is that nobody was critically injured – amazing when you look at  the pictures.  This is one of the advantages of all the technology and early warning systems, and lots of folks watching the football game that was interrupted with detailed warnings.  On the negative side, many schools were completely destroyed and it will be a logistical nightmare to recover.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2019/10/21/destructive-dallas-tornado-lofts-debris-twenty-thousand-feet-high/

Out in California, Will and Christine were attending a wedding at Lake Tahoe.  A typical silly Will pose, but he does look smart.  I did ask the typical parental question, and was told firmly that there are no plans soon.

I enjoyed a couple of quite different books this week.  I need to do a better job of recording where I find the recommendations that cause me to order up books – I can’t remember what chose me to order “Post Office” by Charles Bukowski.  This 1971 novel made its author famous, with the tales of a poor character who spends the majority of his working life in dead end postal service jobs.  He suffers through abusive bosses, alcohol abuse, and a racetrack gambling addiction.   So, not an upbeat beach read, but well written and it felt very real.

 

My second book was a complete departure from Post Office.  “The Balcony” by Jane Delury is a multi-generational tale based around a manor and cottage in Benneville, France.  I almost started to draw a family tree to keep track of all the various relatives that weave through the  book over 200 years.  I didn’t love the writing, which seemed to change styles with the different portions of the story, but enjoyed being immersed in French culture and language – much of it untranslated to give me a test.  I don’t think I agree with all the reviewers that have been raving about this debut novel.

As promised earlier, here’s my favourite Forbert song.  What a great sound:

A really good song from Taj Mahal, taking me back again to the Mountain Winery a couple of months ago:

A different version of an all time favourite:

And finishing out with something different, I really enjoy the piano on this one.

 

 

Week in Review – October 13th, 2019

“Sweet Child of Mine”

Busy, busy, busy with work all week and into the weekend for both of us.  I had a big system migration project that we’ve been working on for months, and Diana had a variety of annoying challenges.

McD arrived in Austin on Thursday evening on the bus.  Our friend Vinod had to spend his birthday in Austin to work on the migration, so we took him out to a nice vegetarian dinner on Friday night at Bouldin Creek Cafe.  His gift was his very own Baby Penguin, which also became our migration mascot.

 

Our BP was very happy to have some brief company.

After dinner, we decided to see if we could make our way into the Austin City Limits music festival to see Guns ‘N Roses.  We were very fortunate to run into “Marcus the ticket guy” on Barton Springs, and he fixed us up with wrist bands for a very reasonable price. The wrist bands are very fancy.   A few minutes later we were transported back to the classic rock of the late 1980s.

 

 

 

The stage show was the most elaborate and impressive that I’ve seen, complete with fireworks for the finale:

Axl Rose’s voice wasn’t too bad, but Slash’s guitar playing was as good as ever.  He seems to be channeling some Texas blues here:

Cold November Rain and Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door were the two highlights for me:

I think Diana and Damon enjoyed the show almost as much as I did.  We herded back out onto Barton Springs with the hordes and made it to Juliet to regroup and have a drink.  We met a nice couple, Daniel and Natalie, and invited them to join us for the late night show at the Continental Club.  Our luck continued, an SUV was parked right outside and ready to shuttle us over.

Western Youth had just started when we arrived at midnight.  This is my favourite local band and they put on a great show.

Diana snapped a picture of the setlist:

After such a late night, we muscled through a late workout on Saturday morning and had a pretty lazy day.  We met up with Damon for dinner at El Naranjo.  This is an Oaxacan style Mexican place that I had been wanting to try.  The ceviche and duck with mole sauce were very good.  Apparently over 30 ingredients go into that thick, dark mole.  I have a little left over for dinner tonight, and I’m thinking it may be even better now.  After all the excitement on Friday,  we called it an early night.

I had to wake at 4am for a checkpoint call on Sunday morning for our system migration.  It has mostly gone well, but we’re still troubleshooting some printing issues as I write this post.

Workouts were earlier on Sunday and we were able to make a quick trip to Opa for coffee and crossword before I had to resume work.  The Cowboys had a weak showing against the winless New York Jets, ultimately unable to eke out a win in the last few minutes – very disappointing.

I thought this news story was entertaining.  Penelope was not laughing.

I finally finished the 500+ page novel, “The Most Fun We Ever Had”, by Claire Lombardo.  I enjoyed this book, but it did go on for a while.  Here’s what NPR had to say:

“Lombardo, a Chicago native and recently minted University of Iowa MFA graduate, has crafted an intricate multi-generational saga about the vicissitudes of a passionate but not perfect marriage over a 40-year span. Her capacious novel also encompasses the “vast hormonal hellscape” the couple has spawned — four cattily close, constantly sparring grown daughters trying to figure out their place in the world as they measure themselves against their mother and each other.

Set in the Chicago suburbs, Lombardo’s book has been compared to The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen’s seminal ode to a dysfunctional Midwestern family.”

I liked Franzen’s “The Corrections” a lot, and I suspect it was that comparison that encouraged me to read this one.

I thought this was a very pretty song when I heard it this week:

I enjoy the Fruit Bats and am surprised they are still so unknown:

A work colleague saw Fastball in Austin this week and raved about the show.  I didn’t realize they were based here.

Week in Review – October 6, 2019

“True Companion”

Warning – whiny paragraph ahead.  We closed out September in Austin with 16 days over 100 degrees.  Ridiculous.  Ludicrous even.  Why such an effusive reaction, you ask?  Well, an average September has 3 days over 100.  Why is it necessary to have 5 times as many as normal on the year that I spend most of my time here?  Just to torture a guy that was designed to excel in 50 degree, rainy weather.  Just to finish off my whine, I’ll share that we’ve had 54 days over 100 so far this year – which interestingly is quite a bit below the record.

I’ve enjoyed watching the preparations for the ACL music festival this week on my commutes down Barton Springs.  Oh sorry, some of you haven’t heard of ACL I’m guessing.  Fast forward if you know all about it already.

Austin City Limits (ACL) is a long running and totally excellent Public Television music series filmed live in Austin.  I’ve been enjoying the show for at least 20 years now.  The ACL music festival was born in 2002 and has grown into a mammoth production, staged over two weekends in October.    The event has 8 stages across Zilker Park and this year is October 4-6 and 11-13.  450,000 people attended last year and so you can imagine that central Austin is very busy right now.

I was by myself again on Monday night, but Diana did leave me some of her leftover sea bass.  What to pair with that delight, I wondered.  A tour of the freezer yielded the perfect accompaniment – veggie tater tots.  A delicious bachelor meal.  McD commented that she particularly appreciated the squiggle of mayonnaise.

We successfully concluded a massive, global, highly complex (I know I’m really overdoing it now) project at work on Tuesday.  Seriously, they have been at it for over 3 years, with all kinds of challenges and starts and stops,  and we finished successfully with our last sites in Mexico this week.  Lots of back slapping congratulations, flowery thank you emails, and the like ensued.  That lasted about 10 minutes, and then it was time to get back to work again.  Worn out from all the celebratory high jinx, I enjoyed quiet nights at the apartment on Tuesday and Wednesday, reading and listening to music.  More about the music discovered later, as usual in these posts.

Thursday took me from the “Live Music Capital of the World” (Austin) to “Music City USA” (Nashville) for a long weekend.

Diana made a similar trip from Dallas – greatest musical claim being the birth place of Stevie Ray Vaughan – and we rendezvoused in Nashville around the same time.  A quick Uber to the Westin downtown and we were ready for a quiet dinner and an early night.   The Decker & Dyer restaurant in the hotel fit the bill perfectly.

What do you think of this as a replacement for Penelope?  I’ll be tallying votes and will report out next week.  They do say that orange is the new black.  Take my back condition and size into consideration when casting your ballots please.

Why did we choose Nashville for a few days away?  Well…after the Marc Cohn and Blind Boys of Alabama concert that we saw in California a few months ago, McD said that she hadn’t had enough of just Marc Cohn at the show and wanted to see him again when it was just him playing his regular catalog.  The best location we could find for that was the City Winery in Nashville on Sunday.

A workout was called for after a lazy start to Friday.  Then, as it was a beautiful sunny day outside, I suggested lunch on the rooftop of the Thompson hotel in the Gulch area.  My wife quickly approved that plan.  One of our party should have applied sunscreen prior to the walk over to the Gulch and time in the direct sun on the rooftop.  I’m sure it’s difficult for you to imagine who could have been so silly.

A quick regroup at the hotel, and then it was time to head over to East Nashville to reprise a few of our favourite haunts.  There really are a lot of similarities between Austin and Nashville – a rapidly gentrifying East area of town with great restaurants and bars, a compact and walkable downtown, and a vibrant music scene.

We started with a cocktail on the back patio of the Rosemary speakeasy.  This place has become a bit more commercial since our initial discovery, and not in a great way.  Still a good spot, just not as charming.  It was on the patio, once I had a drink in hand, that Diana informed me that she would like to go to Blake Shelton’s restaurant the next day.  Yee haw!

Unlike Rosemary, our dining destination, the excellent Butcher & Bee, seemed even better than we remembered.  The whipped feta and grilled mushrooms were fabulous.  A huge thanks to Diana for asking the hostess to seat us away from the loud party of girls – they were very high pitched and loud and I wouldn’t have lasted through the meal beside them.  Nashville has become a huge bachelorette party (hen party for my Scottish readers) destination – we saw so many groups riding around town in open topped buses and trailers, even a party fire truck, dancing and having a good time.  At least it keeps them out of the way of folks trying to enjoy the restaurants.  The book that our bill was delivered in sent us on a trip down memory lane – Beatrix Potter.  I read some in my best upper crust English accent.

 

 

We were proud to get a workout in again on Saturday morning, before setting off for the madness of Broadway.  This is a street similar to 6th street in Austin – one honky tonk with live music after another for 3 or 4 blocks.  It was particularly packed at lunchtime on Saturday.

We satisfied D’s request and had a pleasant lunch at Ole Red, Blake Shelton’s place.  The downstairs was communal seating and we sat with nice folks from North Carolina, who ordered the largest plate of nachos I’ve seen.  Our fried pickles and quesadilla were equally massive.  Lance and Lea provided a pleasant mix of musical accompaniment.  I texted Alicia:  “You’re Mom is torturing me!”.  The rapid reply: “Welcome to the club.  We’ve been waiting for you!”.  Phunny girl.

My navigational skills failed me again after lunch.  I was trying to follow the walking directions on my phone to get to the Ryman auditorium.  Diana was quite convinced we were headed in the completely wrong direction – even more annoying because I was headed uphill.  Of course she was correct, and we got some unnecessary exercise in after the large lunch.

We did a self-guided tour and really enjoyed exploring the Ryman.  The movie that starts the tour was exceptionally well done and did a great job of covering the history.  Originally opened in 1892 as the Union Gospel Tabernacle, its construction was spearheaded by Thomas Ryman (1843–1904), a Nashville businessman who owned several saloons and a fleet of riverboats.  Ryman conceived the idea of the auditorium as a tabernacle for the influential revivalist Samuel Porter Jones.

Lula Naff leased the building in the early 1900s and promoted all kinds of shows and events.  Some of the names to perform in the early years include Marian Anderson in 1932, Bill Monroe (from KY) and the Bluegrass Boys in ’45, Hank Williams in ’49, The Carter Sisters with Mother Maybelle Carter in 1950, Elvis in ’54, Johnny Cash in ’56, trumpeter Louis Armstrong in ’57,  Patsy Cline in ’60, and Minnie Pearl in ’64.  The Ryman also served as the regular Sunday venue for the Grand Ole’ Opry and Johnny Cash TV shows.

After falling into disrepair, and a renovation spear-headed by musicians, who loved the acoustics (said to be better than Carnegie Hall) and atmosphere of the venue, the Ryman hosts performances by big name musicians most nights of the week.  Here’s a picture of some of the folks that have played there:

The tour finishes with a photo opportunity.  Here are the next big stars to be discovered at the Ryman.  Poor Diana is just trying to avoid being bonked on the head with my guitar.

I’m not sure you’d be very comfortable in the ancient pews while listening to us perform:

After another short rest at the hotel, it was time for a real highlight of the trip.  I had read about a restaurant named Bastion that sounded right up my alley:  only 24 seats large, advertising an “adventure menu”, and spinning vinyl records.  On arrival through a sliding metal door, you are welcomed into the little bar for a pre-dinner drink.  Jeremiah took very good care of us.  Then we were seated at the kitchen counter and presented with our “adventure menus” to make selections.  Only a couple of ingredients are revealed to aid in the decision making process.

K’s choices

D’s choices

The courses were excellent with lovely presentations and descriptions.

First course – manchego and country ham waffle cones for K, oysters and tequila for D
2nd course – hamachi and hibiscus for D and raw beef and green curry for K
desserts – they treated us to all three

All of this deliciousness was set off beautifully by the “Fly Blind” wine pairings – some really unusual selections.  And of course there was the treat of vinyl albums for background music – some early Elvis Costello for the 2nd course.

A very impressive fire was burning outside the restaurant with coals transferred inside regularly for the inside grills.

Bastion is so good that I would recommend people make a trip to Nashville just for the experience of dining here.

Sunday made three workouts in a row – a rare feat with our work schedules.  Then we reprised another old favourite – brunch at Husk.  The shrimp and grits were different and tasty, but still not up to the gold standard – Ricks in downtown McKinney.  The rain stopped long enough for us to walk back to the hotel, passing the City Winery on the way.  They were having their 5th anniversary harvest festival outside, with really good bands playing  – including Ivan Neville and Dumpstaphunk.  We chose not to spoil our musical appetite for the big evening show.

The Cowboys played the Green Bay Packers at 3:25pm and I found a sports bar just off Broadway to watch the game.  The Corner Pub had a massive screen showing all the games and we found a good spot in time for kickoff.  What a horrible first half – nothing working for the Cowboys and everything clicking for the Packers.  Ugh!  The Boys pulled it together in the second half with some good play, but it was all too little and too late.  What a disappointment.

Can you guess what wasn’t a disappointment on Sunday?  That’s right – Marc Cohn.  Mark Erelli opened the show – a very talented singer songwriter, who had recently played at the Ryman.  The sound in the City Winery is really fabulous.  I appreciated his song “By Degrees”, which I believe is about the need for improved gun control.  Erelli showed up later to play guitar on several Marc Cohn songs – and did an excellent job on slide guitar.

I have another of Erelli’s songs that I’ve been enjoying in the new music section at the bottom of this post.

Marc Cohn played all of our favourites and sounded as good as ever.  Diana commented that she could hear the Blind Boys in her head on “Work to Do”:

Then came my favourite, “Listening to Levon”, a tribute to the late great Levon Helm of the Band:

The song that put Cohn on the musical map, “Walking in Memphis”, with the classic “Ma’am I am tonight” line:

“Silver Thunderbird” always tugs at the heart strings:

And now it was time for the closer, also the opener to our wedding reception and my marriage proposal, “True Companion”.

We were fortunate enough to have Marc Cohn sign a new poster he was selling, featuring the lyrics to the last verse of True Companion.  Diana took the time to tell Cohn about the first time we heard him play the song, and his very kind gift of flowers to a military wife in the Kessler audience, whose husband couldn’t make it to the show – not a dry eye in the house.

Diana was very happy with the show and the experience – and isn’t that what life’s all about – sharing happy times with your True Companion.

She wasn’t so happy the next morning with her 4am start to get back to Dallas for a client meeting.  I had a more leisurely start, time for breakfast, and even the best shoe shine I think I’ve had, before flying back to Austin.

Such a fun trip – I’m glad you were able to join me Diana.

 

 

As promised, here’s “The Hitter” by Mark Erelli.  Did you already forget about him?  Remember, he opened for Marc Cohn.

There’s a new album, “Ode to Joy”, by Wilco out this week.  I’ve only listened to it once through.  I was surprised in the first few songs that there was none of Nels Cline’s angular guitar playing.  It did finally show up, but this is certainly mellower than their recent output.

I watched an interview of Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top this week, and he was talking about this Lightnin’ Hopkins song.  I’m sure you can here a number of ZZ Top songs in this.

And finally, a new discovery for me, ZZ Top’s superbowl halftime performance from the late 90s: