A delayed post, but look at the record. Last post was nigh in the Bush years.
Enjoyed the Austin Film Festival, and reveled in the strangest place I’ve ever visited (besides the PA Mystery Spot, when I was 6, and which I hope to return to once I’ve assembled the proper team of investigators and tax assessors).
Seriously, next to the fauxgeoisie circus of Asheville, Austin is a place that gives you the feeling that you should move there; right now. Or, alternatively, it screams “Get The Hell OUT!”
Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten caught up in watching Fringe, and it seems as though the two universes, -let’s call them Red and Blue,- are crashing into one another…
Or maybe it’s because I was torn between attending the Film Festival and doing my best (though not nearly good enough) Mr. Congeniality routine; while also putting in appearances at Phil Anselmo’s Grindcore Festival. It was a blast that I was able to enjoy nearly non-stop, thanks in large part to my night shift work schedule.
I got to hear from a lot of industry people. AND I got to watch Suspiria, while the Italian Prog-rock geniuses Goblin played a live rendition of their soundtrack. Winning all around.
But Austin’s weirdness comes out not only in the fact that it is the state capital of (well, what adjective really stands up to the weight of) Texas, yet is filled to brimming with such a range of ideologies. The range itself is the key. It’s not that it’s just a liberal bastion, like Raleigh-Durham. And it’s not due to the fact that I and my hotel-mates from Repulsion nearly got trapped their after missing our flights out.
There’s an amazing amount of inter-activity. And I’ll use the hyphen because I just woke up. The people I know there, and the people that were, like me, just visiting, all give a sense of novelty and ingenuity. The fact that I am deep in a depression, now over just how little ingenuity I’ve applied to the last ten years is certainly a deciding factor in that description.
Here’s a parable. And I’m thinking in these terms because I also got to attend a screening of Robert Downey Sr.’s GREASER’S PALACE, which, like Austin, is lingering. An introvert, living in Hollywood, goes to Austin with several intentions, but the clearest, perhaps is to get some good barbecue. What he finds is the largest piece of fried fish (which was a half order!) ever enjoyed in a pub.
What do I think of Austin? A lot of things.