Fry Street Fair
Dylan and I went to the Fry Street Fair. For the non-Denton people, it's this annual fair that one of the fraternities, the Delta Lodge (think Animal House...I went to a Delta party once that culminated in them failing to BBQ a goat and tossing watermelons around instead...needless to say, we left) puts on every year to raise money for various charities. Bands play, fair food is eaten, and this year Kinky Friedman spoke.
I enjoyed all the bands I saw. In pseudo-order I caught Warren Jackson Hearne, Kinky, Spitfire Tumbleweeds, a small part of Pinebox Seranade, a very small part of The Fabulous Badasses, part of Phonon, part of Bobgoblin, most of The Happy Bullets, and part of Record Hop. I also got rather tipsy, bumped into lots of random people I know, and got more than a little sunburned.
I also took some pictures.
Kinky
Spitfire Tumbleweeds
John and Rhianon
I don't think Dylan wanted me to take his picture.
The Happy Bullets (whom my fingers want to type
as "The Happy Butts" for some demented reason.)
I can't say I'm as impressed with Kinky as I want to be. Sure, I like the idea of some Jewish Cowboy Folksinger Mystery Novel-writing smartass running for goveror in my state, but I'm definitely not in 100% agreement with him on issues (most notably the fact he's dodging women's rights issues and the fact he is pro-prayer in school). Still undecided on whether to vote for him or the democratic guy (who's name I don't even know), but I suppose I have a while to decide and it's not like the Texas governor is much more than a figurehead, anyway.