Oh Houston, I'm trying to like you but you're making it difficult. Last week I got excited because I found out about the Westheimer Block Party. Lots of bands and artists, free, and just a 20 minute walk away. It started at noon, but after a long week at work I slept in, read a bit with Muriel's Wedding on in the background, went to the gym, and ate a leisurely early dinner before heading down to the Party. Three hours later I was walking back home rather disappointed. Here are some notes I jotted down:
- This band would like to be the Strokes. Now they're playing Tom Petty's "American Girl". Huh.
- Bandana. Why?
- The painter of stylized rotund people is here.
- Shitty drummer for a jazz band. Saxomophones.
- Screw is still a going concern in Houston. [Reading the Wikipedia entry, it's still a going concern everywhere. Shows what I know.]
- Between song time > song time = no good + me moving on
- Nice guitar, belongs in better band.
- A song I like! Now sucking.
This was the most entertaining thing I saw.
I really should stop comparing Houston to Austin, but it's hard when the city you love to pieces is not the one you're in and the one you're in jabs you in the ear with mediocre to poor music.
Tomorrow I get my first taste of Houston theater. My cultural hopes are elevated yet wary.