I’m a self indulgent little bitch I am…because I got back from Austin City Limits and I’ve been whining, nay, reminiscing with anyone with a pulse about how unspeakably overwhelming in all the right ways it was.
Why stop now? Amiright?
Ha Ha Tonka is totally my band boner of the moment. Is it because bassist Lucas Long plays a bass while smoking a cigarette with a face that combines Bob Dylan and Mick Jaggers best features? Ya. Maybe. (see next post…because as my dear friend Crosso said…Imma take a picture of him then head back to the hotel and *ahem* censored for younger readers)
Is it because they have a ginger lead singer that makes me want to change my religion to his, sell my parents, and hop on his groupie train bc his vocals are close to what sex must feel like when sung? Meh Es possible.
Is it because I have a koozie thrown by said hot ginger lead stating:
“This sip of brilliance is much better than your long drink of mediocrity”?
Well of course dear friend.
But mostly, it’s because they caused the sky to open up after 80+ days of rainless heat in Austin and dump a perfect storm right on top of us as they belted an a Capella version of Hangman by Led Zep. Get it? See above if you can handle the fire.
PS - if you knew what we looked like, you’d realize my bestie and I are front row, holding beers, hands up. We are obvious.
