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September 2008
Weekend Out: Enjoy without Me
Saturday, Kip and I leave for San Francisco. It’s our annual California birthweek migration. That’s right. Why celebrate a birthday when you can play for a whole week? Meanwhile, here are some events I will make before I go, some I obviously won’t. Have fun. (I intersperse more clues for the Glossy 8, which is Thursday.)
Wednesday: Women’s Symphony League of Austin Luncheon and Saks Fifth Avenue Fashion Show at the Hilton Austin; Ballet Austin Guild’s “Sippin’ with Sinatra” at the Mansion on Judges’ Hill; Grand Opening Reception at the Palm Door restaurant; Kyle Park’s “Anywhere in Texas” CD Launch Party at Hill’s Cafe; Macy’s “Ragged Road “Episode Viewing at Momo’s, Autumn’s “Velvet Sky” CD Release Party at One World Theatre; Michael Hsu Deign Office Lecture at Umlauf Sculpture Garden
Thursday: Glossy 8 Austin Style Maker Awards at Neiman Marcus; AIA Austin Premier Party for Austin Homes Tour at the Hillside Residence; Yume Grand Opening in the Triangle
Friday:“Everything’s Going to Be OK: Young Latino Artists 13” Opening at Mexic-Arte Museum; SIMS Benefit Kick-Off at Driskill Hotel Lounge; Jessica Porter’s Book Signing and Lecture at Casa de Luz; “The Little Black Dress” contest at Blackmail
Saturday: Ready Steady Go! Dance Party at Rio Rita; Susan Collis’ “Why Did I Think This Was a Good Idea” Opening at Lora Reynolds Gallery; The Breast Cancer Resource Centers of Texas and Crawl for Cancer at Sixth Street pubs; Texas Freedom Network Anniversary Event at La Zona Rosa; Family Music Festival at Pioneer Farms; Art Walk and Donation Drive for Capitol Area Food Bank on South First Street; the Leukemia Cup Regatta on Lake Travis
Monday: Maria Maria La Cantina VIP Opening on Colorado Street
Tuesday: SafePlace’s Austin Originals Celebration honoring Mariben Ramsey and Theresa Garza at the Austin Museum Hall; HAAM Benefit Day VIP Party at Antone’s
Oct. 8: “Cowboys and Presidents” Exhibit Preview at the Bullock Texas History Museum
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Reminder: Austin Style Maker event Oct. 2
Who dresses best in Austin? We’ll let you decide. Meantime, with the help of readers, a few stellar fashionistas have been selected for the Austin Style Maker Awards.
You can wait until the October issue of Glossy (available next month on statesman.com) to discover the eight winners or attend a charity benefit at 6:30 p.m. Thursday Oct. 2 at Neiman Marcus. After cocktails, the Glossy 8 will introduce some threads on the runway. Proceeds from the $85 tickets will go to Season for Caring, the American-Statesman’s annual holiday drive for families in need. Information at statesman.com/glossy8tickets.
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Titling the blogs
Only one student in the Entertainment Journalism class at St. Edward’s University maintained a blog previous to Aug. 25. Now all 16 are posting daily (with some gaps).
Without prompting from me, they chose evocative titles. Some examples: “I See” (Beth Sanchez); “Crowd Noise” (Geoff West); “Ipso Facto” (Christian Cabazos); “Shallow Thoughts” (Marc Sherman); ” Valletta (Celeste Diaz); “Kid in Austin” (Victoria Estrada); “What I’d Say” (Ian Gillespie); “Day by Day” (Mackenzie Jenkins); “Le Fou” (Jen Obenhaus); “Caroline Attack” (Caroline Wallace); What’s Good” (Danielle Bauman); “That’s Entertainment” (Claire Cella); and “A Sleepy Company” (Alison Willis). The others are well-written, but their titles are just direct, descriptive. Click on the hyperlink above for examples.
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Who dropped by the Blender Lounge & Lamberts during ACL?
Logistics prevented me from hanging out at the Blender Lounge at the American Legion Hall, dubbed the “Music Mansion” during ACL.
Andrew Van Wyngarden of MGMT and Nathan Felix of TNRO
But we’ve got Mansion sources, who said they saw Carla Gugino (“Spy Kids,” “Entourage”); Gibby Haynes (Butthole Surfers) and wife Melissa; Jamie Hince (the Kills); Taylor Kitsch and Derek Phillips (“Friday Night Lights”); Nicole Atkins and the Sea; Austin indies What Made Milwaukee Famous; 1970s-inspired the Black and White Years; Roky Erikson’s band - Spiritualized and the Octopus Project.
Meanwhile, over at Lamberts, one of many sit-ins: MGMT dropped in to check out the Noise Revival Orchestra with DJ Jester the Filipino Fist. At 2 a.m., the artists of MGMT made their way to the stage, much to the delight of TNRO.
Got more sightings? Send ‘em in.
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Michael’s Improbable Late-Night Adventure, Part 3
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Limousines appear profoundly wasteful during times of spiraling gas prices. Yet they can safely transport a half dozen or so partiers from one spot to another. So I accepted a ride in a graciously offered stretch carriage.
Our destination was another taboo-breaker for me: a “gentlemen’s club.”
Socially and morally, our country is deeply divided on this genre of adult entertainment. The argument that these establishments exploit women has been made, forcefully, convincingly, for as long as I have been conscious. On the other hand, millions of men and women patronize them regularly, without guilt, making the industry more money than all the fine arts combined.
(Sigh.)
As a reporter, I was curious. And, after all, our newspaper mentions these establishments frequently, often in a humorous context. What kind of open-minded social columnist would look away?
Palazio on Ben White Boulevard intentionally looks like a big steakhouse or small casino. Lots of leather or leather-like material. Well-spaced, comfortable chairs. An abbreviated stage.
But given the hurried late-night business, Palazio felt more like an upscale fast-food joint. Undraped women visited dark corners with men and — this surprised me — women. Every effort was made to impart a tone of unashamed, apparently legal activity, but also hygiene and a hint of luxury.
Well, I drank water, laughed and accepted no services. I’m sure I gave off a certain vibe, because none were offered.
Exiting the limo at Congress Avenue and Monroe Street, I smiled at my mild adventure. I don’t think I’ll duplicate any of these experiences any time soon, but taboos are made to be broken, and as a top editor at the Statesman once said, I’m a “serial transgressor.”
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Michael’s Improbable Late-Night Adventure, Part 2
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George Gutierrez Jr., always the sharpie, looked quizzical. Why was I entering Pangaea around 11 p.m. It was so early for the special-event club.
“Checking out the Paper party,” I responded, referring to the ACL-linked issue launch for the New York-based mag with Julianne Moore on the cover.
Scanning the chilled, almost empty spaces of the ultra-lounge, I understood Gutierrez’s bemused look. Papers were strewn on various surfaces. Two clusters of women in heels hung by the main bars. Almost nobody occupied the club’s nooks.
After asking various staffers when things would begin to cook, I headed out. Only to be stopped in my tracks by Style Avatar himself Stephen Moser. Expansively, he swept me into his party, led by Voodoo Cowboy Entertainment’s Mark Mueller and filled out by three delightful, delighted women from California.
Two of the delightful Californians
That’s when I violated my first taboo. I accepted sips from Mueller’s hospitable bottle service. It allowed me to witness the psychology of the practice. I found you make lots of new friends when you’re pouring.
Brunie Drummond, Mark Mueller, Cary Dormak
For instance, I got to know the three ladies from Sacramento — not sure they want to be named in this column — in town for ACL and having blast at Uchi and Ruth’s Chris. Also, budding designer Chris Cantoya and baroquely dressed friend Neil Diaz. (Chris predicts Korto will win “Project Runway.”)
Chris Cantoya, Neil Diaz
In no time, the club filled to capacity and the Pangaeans were dancing as one. Everyone was flirting with everyone else, regardless of gender.
Another pairing of Californians
“You’re in a relationship,” guessed one of the Californians. “Very,” I responded. “That’s how you can put up with all this,” she said.
To be continued …
Michael’s Improbable Late-Night Adventure, Part 1
Very late and very unexpectedly, Saturday night turned wild. I violated three personal taboos: Partook in bottle service. Rode in a limo. Patronized a “gentlemen’s club.”
I know what you are thinking: What a hopelessly egalitarian, Catholic-school priss you are, Michael Barnes. You waited until you were 53, almost 54, to break those taboos.
Well, I just didn’t see the point of the excess. And, to tell truth, the opportunity rarely arose.
Deanne Laursen, Danielle Smith, Janise Boyd, Shandell Markle enjoy the Envy party at Speakeasy
So back to Saturday. I spent the early part of the evening on my hunt for “Not ACL” stories. At three hotel lobbies, I got bupkiss. A few noisy, jubilant Horns fans at the Four Seasons, not even that at the Driskill or the Stephen F. Austin. The biggest thrill was the Four Seasons security guy watching me nervously as I tweeted the non-events into my iPhone.
Almost no ACL action. A few flutters of reports about David Byrne or Bill Murray. All three hotels were more fixated on wedding parties than the festival or the game.
Jason Hadfield, Nicole Zaza, Jeff Lusk, also at the Envy party
So over to Speakeasy for the Envy party. This slick, youth-directed magazine already covers Houston and Dallas culture. Now it’s moved into magazine-thick Austin. Its inaugural ACL issue featured Erykah Badu on the cover; she was scheduled to sing at the party, then canceled, then recommitted.
A third Envy grouping: Kali Sellias, Nia Davis, Roni Williams
When I arrived, the terrace was already percolating. Downstairs, a few people swayed to the up-to-date sounds of DJ Chicken George. Yet it was clear, after winding conversations with several guests, that we weren’t going to hear Erykah until the last possible minute, perhaps not until 1 a.m.
I was already bushed from Pre-ACL and Side-ACL events so, I crossed the alley to Pangaea to check out the Paper party. That’s when it started.
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Not ACL: Four Seasons and Driskill hotels
The effortlessly classy Four Seasons Hotel is usually a good spot to gauge the social high-water mark in Austin. Tonight, it witnessed a clash of cultures. Only a smattering of ACL types here. Boisterous Longhorn fans. Sad Hogs. A subdued wedding party out of “The Philadelphia Story.” My perch revealed no local or visiting celebrities. (Meanwhile, Bill Murray was causing a paroxysms of delight on the ACL field. The man knows how to handle stardom.)
The more ornate Driskill also echoed with wedding bells, though out of sight. Virtually no ACL action. (“Later, they’ll come back hungry!,” says my server.) Instead, it was Longhorns who have settled into triumph, especially cheering Florida’s loss to Ole Miss. Now Alabama threatens Georgia. Upsets keep college ball lively. David Byrne had caused a stir earlier for the staff. Of course, he’s everywhere on his bike.
Why the hotels? Where else to see the intersection of native and foreign influences?
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Not ACL: Three quick sketches — Michael Lahrman, Jeffrey Dachis, Jonathan Cote
After half the audience ascended the stage to join Drew Smith’s Lonely Choir in anthem-like climax, a man offered me a CD for sale. Intensity spiked his voice. Fatigue clouded his eyes. He was Michael Lahrman and he worked Momo’s on West Sixth Street like a pro. He’s actually a band manager and a dogged one at that. His big complaint: The slighting of mid-list Austin acts at ACL. I essentially agreed with him, but that didn’t stop Michael from amplifying his position about the vulnerability of Austin artists who haven’t yet been blessed by the press and music powers. If what I heard was any indication, very soon, the Lonely Choir wouldn’t need that kind of special pleading.
Later, at Pangaea, for the wrong ACL party, I was introduced to Jeffrey Dachis. The co-founder of Razorfish — sold to Microsoft for billions — has settled in Austin after testing his toe in the waters for years. He’s the CEO in residence at Austin Ventures and he’s working on a start-up that will transfer social media magic to the world of business. Jeffrey’s clearly a big brain, yet he hides his superior powers strategically in a club setting. It would be fun to start the next Facebook, MySpace, Linkedin and more. Hope to run into him again soon.
Even later, at Oilcan Harry’s, I noticed the extreme slenderness and suppleness of the dancers, male and female, on the raised floor. Madonna winked from a thousand televised images. (No, she was not there.) I talked to Jonathan Cote, or that’s the name I wrote down in my iPhone — sorry — who lives in Dallas. He recalled his school days at Texas State University - San Marcos. Back then, a trip to Oilcan’s meant floods of admiring attention. Now he’s dealing with the loss of that youthful aura, though it could not have been that long ago. A waste of time. He’ll find happiness in other ways. Chin up, Jonathan. I’m more than twice your age.
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Not ACL: Marc McKee at Katz’s
A whole day early for one event, an hour too soon for another, I tarried at Katz’s bar on West Sixth Street. The presidential debate was winding up. I ordered a martini.
Across the bar sat a lightly bearded man in his thirties, squarely set, no nonsense, neatly dressed. Had he seen the entire debate? No, he just wandered over for drink. (Ah, he lives downtown.)
Marc McKee is smitten with Austin. The Missoula, Mont. native moved here three years ago because of the rivers, lakes and trees, also the music scene. He worships Guy Forsyth and James McMurtry, but he’s alert to younger talent, such as Alpha Rev, my current pet project.
Marc felt he was a little old for ACL pits. He prefers to hear a band in the relative comfort of the Saxon Pub or Continental Club. One of his first experiences in Austin music was hearing Willie Nelson and Bonnie Raitt sit in with Paula Nelson for an audience of 20 or so. He was hooked.
Marc talked about the brain drain in Missoula, as locals declined to go the high-tech route. He took a teeth-setting job, although he doesn’t mention the dangers, as a helicopter pilot in the Gulf of Mexico, flying out of Houma, La. (The hurricane damage he witnessed along the Louisiana coast has not been much reported here.)
When the 360 Tower went up, Marc gambled on the high-rise residence, having admired a similarly slender building in Portland, Ore. He couldn’t be more pleased with the blend of neighbors and the proximity to Austin nightlife. A handshake and we were on our separate ways into the thick of West Sixth Street, which had never looked so densely populated.
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Day 2 of ‘Not ACL’
This is the weekend when Austin Music Source, rightly, blows Out & About out of the water. Or out of the social scene at least.
I mean, when you count 65,000 people congregated in one open field, a lot of stories will be told on that blog. Mostly on Austin City Limits musical acts, but that’s what the festival is mostly about — that and ceaseless people-watching. The Source also benefits from 10 or so reporters and editors. That’s where the action is.
For my part, I played the “Not ACL” card this year. I hit some pre-ACL parties Thursday, tooled up and down Barton Springs Boulevard on Friday, tweeting away, then dallied at some post-ACL events downtown late that night.
I bagged some interesting interviews and gathered some factoids, but almost all our austin360.com readers will be focused on the ACL page, not where Out & About lives. Still, this is a fantastic opportunity to hone my street skills — spinning snatches of conversation and incidents witnessed on the fly into column gold. That’s one of those Herb Caen/Murray Kempton traits I want to develop
Before I head out into the gleam, I’ll post about conversations from late last night. Then hang out downtown to catch the social gaps between the UT-Arkansas game and ACL. Then three publication parties — Envy, the Paper and Blender. I read via our blogs and Twitter that the Blender Music Mansion is hopping late at night, so that the mostly likely place I’ll end up.
See you Out.
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Farther along Barton Springs Road toward ACL
In the future, I plan to post all my columns from places with refreshments, WiFi, electrical outlets, quick service and an understanding of journalism. Kind of the way Damon Runyan and other newsmen from mid-century filed from restaurants, clubs and bars.
Right now, I’m at Gypsy, the Italian place on Barton Springs. Calamari with cracked pepper. Superb. Gypsy is not busy. Their regulars are scared away by the traffic and closed roads. ACL types not interested in fine dining.
Still 20 parking slots left at Palmer for $7 apiece. $25 across the street at Ice Beach. $20 at Austin Tri-Cyclist.
From Tri-Cyclist’s view, there are fewer pedestrians this year, perhaps because the bus service is more efficient.
Barton Springs Saloon heady place to watch ACL ped traffic. Server says not much concert trade, mostly kids working the surrounding businesses, taking breaks.
Traffic beginning to reverse a little bit. Sun-scorched festers heading back east. Hanging out at the Saloon rather than sticking with the festival. Still knots of music lovers crossing Lamar Boulevard headed to Zilker.
Why is a fire engine passing by? Did I miss something?
Well, I’m jealous. Clearly this is going to be the coolest year out on the field. And I chose to cover everything but the fest itself. Ah well. It’s great to be right here.
Will probably take a break before heading out to the after-shows at Speakeasy, Pangaea, Momo’s and Scoot Inn.
Along Barton Springs Road to ACL
Famously, news stories once sketched history. More recently, blogs sketched the news. Now tweets sketch blog posts.
Examples:
Capital Cruises is charging $8 for a round-trip lake shuttle from the Hyatt Hotel to Zilker Park. Don’t know if the beer and margaritas are included.
The Hyatt staff is more wrapped up in the bourbon vs. scotch debate this afternoon than in its ACL guests.
Hyatt has kicked pedicabbers off its porte couchere. Now they sit on their bikes in the sun, invisible to the guests leaving the hotel. They are not happy.
Three-day ACL pass going for $200 from customer at Aussie’s bar. The place is otherwise quiet. “People will stop by for a drink on the way out,” says the bartender.
Jax deserted. While Aussie’s expects late crowd, Jax closes too early to harvest from ACL. People still shopping for tickets.
Threadgill’s gets huge crowds after 8 p.m. during the fest, employees agree. They pump out the live music to attract those festers skipping ACL marquee acts.
Last year’s Bob Schneider act last ACL was the busiest Jeremy Skelpon has ever seen Threadgill’s. He’s making huge vats of margaritas.
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Paste & Moximity parties — and in between
Where does one find a glockenspiel at the last minute in Austin? If you’re Mates of State from San Francisco, playing the Paste magazine pre-ACL party at Emo’s on Thursday, you turn to Austin’s Quiet Company, which once again had made the Final 5 cut during the Sound and the Jury contest the previous night. They just happen to be hauling around a portable set of the orchestra bells.
Rebecca Ewing, John Erik Metcalf
Paste Party host Tim Basham, welcomed industry types to the ultra-cool upstairs lounge at Emo’s, which apparently has been there for a while. Big hit at the party: The austin360.com Twitter mode. I entered the above item, shortened, into my iPhone via Twitter and seconds later it appeared on the lounge’s giant iMac for all to see. Paste editors were very interested in the technique. (No photos were allowed at that party? Why? These guys love publicity.)
Larry Chiang, CEO of Duck9 and writer for GigaOm; Angela Tang, Bare Essentials
How often does one witness a street crime in Austin? On a huge tourist weekend? Just after 10 p.m. — between the Paste pre-ACL party at Emo’s and the Moximity launch party at the Belmont — a woman screamed at Congress Avenue and Sixth Street. “Stop him!” Fleet friends chased the perpetrating purse-snatcher north on Congress. After a block, your 53-year-old reporter ceased pursuit.
Jason Black, Drew Dunlavy
Still don’t know exactly how Moximity links all your social media, but sounds like a helpful service. Considerate Bryan Jones threw a lovely party for the new company at the Belmont. Too bad the audience began to abandon the mesmerizing Dublin band, Automata. Omar Gallaga reported some drama from the TechCrunch panels earlier in the day.
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Stan Watts, Illustrator of Anxiety, Part 4
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For all the normalcy of his life, Watts has always been chastened by danger.”“Living in Los Angeles, we kept moving one step ahead of the violence,” he says. “We made it out to Thousand Oaks, and right away there was a murder right across the street. Great area. But it just kept coming. We lived through our share of earthquakes and race riots. It just got hairy.”
So he loaded his family up for the move to Texas and a superior Leander school district for his daughters. Chris Rhea’s yearning song “Texas” played a role. (Watts’ story brought the lyrics to my mind. He instantly begins to sing them.)
As soon as he arrived, a massive storm cell hit Jarrell and the surrounding area. “‘I thought you said we were going someplace safe,’ my daughters said.” Memories of big storms during his Oklahoma childhood also may influence his art of jeopardy.
“I remember waking up all the time in the night to those World War II sirens going, my mom and dad with flashlights, taking us down into the cellar. How can that not scar you?” He also shares with his fellow Baby Boomer a lingering Cold War nuclear anxiety.
“I had a recurring where I’m in a theater and they announce we need to go home because we are under attack. I’m running through my neighborhood and there’s a ditch. I jump in. A flash with no sound comes running through the neighborhood.”
That anxiety manifests in more than nightmares. During Desert Storm, Watts was convinced that the big one had come, and so searched out culverts and drains to hide his family.
A 30-minute coffee session at the Green Muse on West Oltorf Street does not fully excavate the motivations behind Watts’ images of anxiety, but the surface is now permanently scratched.
“When I go to the place where I want to create, that’s the stuff that’s there.”
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Stan Watts, Illustrator of Anxiety, Part 3
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Watts’ biggest triumph — an album cover with a “Silence of the Lambs”-like mask for one-hit wonders Quiet Riot — also represented a low point in his business acumen.
“When I met them, they were practicing in a hand-made studio next to a Midas brake store,” Watts remembers. “I thought: ‘These guys are not going anywhere.’ I did the job for just $2,000 (with no royalties). The album went triple platinum. They sold that image on everything. Just when MTV started, I walked by the television to see a Quiet Riot studio concert. The camera panned audience and everyone wore a plastic replica of the mask I made. It as a real freak-out moment.”
Watts was primed for big profits when the second album Quiet Riot came out — his contract was “the size of the New York phone book” — but the recording tanked. He was never into QR’s music anyway, preferring classical or class rock from his youth, acts like Led Zeppelin.
“I don’t lift a brush without music on,” Watts says. “I get lost in it”
To be continued…
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Stan Watts, Illustrator of Anxiety, Part 2
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So why the unsettling pictures?
“Go figure,” Stan Watts says. “Maybe I need to lie down on the couch for this question.”
No, Stan, that’s for emotionally unsettled. You’re the definition of functioning mental hygiene, father of five grown daughters, a longtime householder concerned about property taxes and quality education.
“My work has always been dark,” Watts says. “I always put a low-key, low-light affect into my pictures.”
Given a normal turn of events, Watts would have spent the past few decades working the Oklahoma oil patch like his hometown buddies. But in 1976, he entered a painting in a national contest. His image was selected to appear in a New York exhibition — he took the train to the big city to participate — and it was reprinted in a major publication, “200 Years of American Illustration.”
One image became his passport to an art career in California, then the epicenter of illustration. He was hired to design rock album covers for groups like Black Sabbath, advertisements for products like Friskies cat food (“it paid the bills big time”) and the posters for movies such as “Nightmare on Elm Street” and “The Howling.”
To match these projects, he invented a quirky painting technique. He took composite photography of sculptural elements or, say, a drawing in black and white, then blew up that image into a large print. He quickly applied an acrylic sealer to create a textured surface, after which he substituted colors for black and white.
“It creates a niche between photography and illustration,” he says. “Illustration at the time, in the 1970s, was very bright, flat, smooth. My stuff is the antithesis — moody, dark, textured — more realistic than illustrated.”
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Stan Watts, Illustrator of Anxiety, Part 1
His name is Stan.
Not Headbanger or Wolf or some other tough biker handle. Just plain, Midwestern Stan. Stan Watts.
Alright, yes, he rides a motorcycle. But not a chopper or a touring bike. Just an Indian Chief Vintage, an elegant red-and-cream, American-made machine that looks like something out of the Jazz Age.
So hardly a rebel — with or without a cause.
Watts is a nice guy with a sunny disposition. So why has this stubborn non-malcontent spent the past 30 years dreaming up psyche-searing images — slashers and storms, creepy puppets and snaking tornadoes, anthropomorphized animals and anatomically incorrect humans — for rock album covers, movie posters and edgy advertisements?
For 10 of those years, this son of Ponca City, Okla. has made those nightmarish pictures in suburban Cedar Park. Here he sits at a South Austin coffee shop, hair slightly stringy, but still rocker-ready for a man in his mid-50s. He grins readily from behind his pale-colored road glasses.
So why the unsettling pictures?
“Go figure,” he says. “Maybe I need to lie down on the couch for this question.”
To be continued …
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Not ACL: The first night
Well, this will be interesting. In a little preview of reporting on “Not ACL,” I attended three parties tonight, all with ACL themes, but not at Zilker Park. I tweeted during all three. Only a few of those micro-blogs made it to the austin360.com home page. Yet if you follow Out & About on Twitter, you got them all.
Blackbird Bakery owner and non-gluten activist Karen Morgan with Scott Butler
I’ll post images and descriptions before hitting the streets tomorrow. As a foretaste, the Blackbird Bakery Coming Out Party at Lamberts matched hip people with healthy people feasting on non-gluten goodies. Several were in town specifically for ACL.
Brighdie Grounds and Chance Barnett, in from LA for ACL
The Paste Pre-ACL Party at Emo’s mixed music industry types with all stripe of social media. (The austin360.com tweets were a big hit on the big iMac in the upstairs VIP lounge.)
Heather Carroll and boyfriend Jim Trungale
So it was off to the Belmont for the Moximity Party, attached to Austin Ventures’ TechCrush, but also ACL-themed. Loved the hypnotic Irish band Automata. Of course, some partiers were distracted by Oregon State’s amazing defeat of USC. The VIP Lounge here was filled with actual high-tech celebrities. We’ll reveal more later.
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The Good Knight
The doorway was dark. The interior not much brighter. Yet a friendly, bearded man greeted me from behind the bar.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Very,” I said.
I looked around. The Good Knight on East Sixth Street resembles a 1950s bar. A few curtained booths. Plain decor. Some historical photographs.
Didn’t feel like a restaurant. I was the only customer at 8:30 p.m. on the second day of food service.
What to expect from the menu? A short list of rustic continental cuisine — soups, cheeses, crispy breads, etc. accented with worldly influences.
I ordered the chicken pot pie. Before it arrived, the bartender, Billy Stockton, shared a crisp Gascogne white and some of fried tomatoes. Delicious.
The pot pie — a biscuit floating in a thick, mushroom-enriched concoction — was equally satisfying, as was the coconut pie strewn with blueberries that followed.
“Imagine it’s snowing outside, very cold, and you come inside for warmth and the food makes you feel just as good and warm,” said Randall Stockton, co-owner of the Good Knight, who arrived after me, perched at the end of the bar with wife, Donya.
“You did it,” I said. “Except for the snow.”
Randall and his wife also own the theatrical punk club, Beerland, on Red River Street, and the coffeehouse/lounge Rio Rita, just a few doors down from their new venture. An little, unpretentious nightlife empire?
A good start for the Good Knight.
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‘Really White Vigilante’ Issue Launch at Rio Rita
We’ve always admired Michael Schliefke, even when he was beating up on us in Cantanker Magazine. (OK, that was long ago.) We knew all along his heart and mind were in the right places.
Michael Schliefke with a fan at Rio Rita
Michael is among the Austin artists who regularly cross social, geographic and genre barriers to express singular visions. Perhaps his most plugged-in project is a series of graphic novels titled “Tales of the Really White Vigilante.”
Michael’s subject is East Austin gentrification. Yet Issue No. 2, unveiled at Rio Rita on Wednesday, also takes swipes at the mindless South by Southwest followers and other familiar Austin phenomena. He generally takes a balanced, tongue-in-cheek approach to the issues.
We chatted for a bit with Michael — who drew most of the series in the bar/cafe/lounge/coffee shop right there — before checking out the RWV piñata. Then it was off to check out Rio Rita’s new sibling, the Good Knight.
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Darrell Royal at Barton Creek event for Longevity Foundation
Regal coach Darrell Royal could attract a decent crowd for a game of gin rummy. Give him a worthy cause and he’ll fill the pale-colored banquet rooms at the Barton Creek Resort to capacity.
Darrell Royal, Linda Cole, Bob Cole
The cause in question Wednesday was the Longevity Foundation. Inspired by Patrick Howard, a five-year-old boy who died of a degenerative genetic disorder called ataxia-telangiectasia, the foundation supports various kinds of biomedical research in such disorders, as well as diseases such as cancer.
Marc Labate, Teresa Labate
The event, however, was cheerful. The throng had gathered to hear the pickin’ of songwriters Paul Overstreet, Scotty Emerick and Dean Dillon. (I didn’t stay long enough to report whether coach used his famous “red-light” technique to hush the audience. Coach speaks, people obey.)
Lee Walker, Michelle Westling
We spent some time catching up with KVET’s Bob Cole, who shared (unprintable) stories about Austin celebrities. He also noted the evolution of Austin’s social scene during the past three decades, from a “party of five” mentality to a much more diverse and egalitarian brew.
Carl Orend, Claire Orend
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Austinites at the Clinton Global Initiative
Joining the ranks of notables such as presidential candidates John McCain and Barack Obama, President Hamid Karzai of Afghanistan, former and current U.K. prime ministers Tony Blair and Gordon Brown and billionaire-turned-philanthropist Bill Gates at the Clinton Global Initiative this week were several Austinites. Lance Amstrong, of course, announced his plans to fight cancer through cycling, following Bono, Al Gore and Her Royal Highness Rania Al-Abdullah of Jordan on the dais on Wednesday. Also among the Austin contingent were Turk and Christy Pipkin, representing the Nobelity Project, which yokes Nobel Prize winners to world problems, as well as Lynn Meredith, Courtney Spence, Donna and Philip Berber.“It’s been great to catch up with Wangari Maathai, with whom we worked with on Nobelity Project, and to talk with her about the school we sponsor in Kenya,” Turk Pipkin said. “We’ve committed to building an adjacent high school so that 800 kids in the area won’t have to quit school after eighth grade. We’re also launching a tree-planting initiative in early 2009 and are talking to Wangari and the greenbelt movement about being one of our key partners to plant large numbers of trees and remove millions of tons of CO2 from the atmosphere.”
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Your A-List, Best Mexican Restaurant
Who, at the end of an endless workday — or, let’s say, a long, hot festival — has not craved a tall, icy margarita from Neuvo Leon? Throw in some enchiladas, ceviche or shrimp — and a cool breeze off the high deck overlooking Plaza Saltillo (once the sun has set)? Apparently, many of you have the same cravings. Nuevo Leon won the A-List poll for best Mexican restaurant with a resounding 36 percent of the vote.Chuy’s, the goodtime restaurant on Barton Springs Road, or an aggregate of its offshoots, came in No. 2 with 18 percent. Maudie’s, a homey Austin favorite, also with multiple locations, came in third with 10 percent. Tex-Mex took the top three spots, but interior cuisine was not far behind, as Fonda San Miguel also earned almost 10 percent.
Three South Austin veterans — Polvo’s, Guero’s and Baby Acapulco — followed with 8 percent, 5 percent and 4 percent. Vivo, part of the Manor Road surge, tied BA exactly, while it’s neighbor, El Chile, took 2 percent. El Arroyo, perhaps best known for its sassy street sign, wedged between the East Austin neighbors with 3 percent.
Austin is home to — no kidding — hundreds of good Mexican eateries, so this list is far from complete. If you are in town for the Austin City Limits Festival, just ask a resident. They will know.
Write-ins: Abuelo’s, Amaya’s Taco Village, Angie’s, Casa Garcia’s, Casa Maria, Curra’s, Dario’s, El Azteca, El Gallo, El Mercado, El Patio, Elsi’s, Enchiladas y Mas, Evitas Botanitas, Flores, Habanero’s, Jardin Coron, Juan in a Million, La Reyna, Matt’s El Rancho, Nueva Onda, Pappasito’s, Sazon, Serranos, Rio Grande, Rosie’s Tamale House, Trudy’s
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Beats ‘n’ Treats Music Festival coming soon
It’s always gratifying to see a young artist secure his footing. Carson Barker, after a rough start in writing and music, has not only helped establish his act, Rattletree Marimba, but he’s also building recognition for Open Labs, the Austin company that manufactures musical keyboards.Carson met me for sushi at Maiko to preview the upcoming Beats ‘n’ Treats Musical Festival. Inside and outside at the Mohawk on Oct. 24-25, it will feature acts such as DJ Veedub, Blackolicus and CTRL. Obviously, the fest will also showcase Open Labs’ products.
Founder and chairman Victor Wong is giving away his personal gold NeKo keyboard — valued at $24,000 — as part of the Gold Rush Beat Competition. Sounds tempting to enter a contest for an instrument like the ones used by Timbaland, Morris Hayes (Prince) and Lil Jon.
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Ben McKenzie, Rowan Joseph at Jo’s, Part 3
Continued from posts below…For his part, Joseph had never seen the “O.C.” One thing that clinched McKenzie for the “Johnny Got His Gun” role was a candid Web image.
“I saw a picture of Ben walking down the street of LA — whistling. Nobody whistles. Not in LA,” Joseph says. “I said ‘That’s the one.’ He has to look like he stepped off the battlefield in World War I. He has to be an Everyman. He has to be a boy at the beginning and a man at the end.”
After just a few screenings, he’s been delighted by the reaction of McKenzie fans to the material, composed almost entirely of words and very little cinematic visualization.
“It’s been a long time since people listened in movies,” Joseph said. “Audiences, younger audiences, are having that experience for the first time. It’s a bench, a chair and Ben.”
Joseph received two calls after the first screening in Washington D.C., one from Mark Cuban’s group, asking what cities they’d like to play, the other from the Pentagon asking if he wanted a tour.
“Ninety-eight percent of films don’t get distribution,” Joseph says. “How did we get here? This is surreal. Thank god for Dalton Trumbo and Ben.”
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Ben McKenzie, Rowan Joseph at Jo’s, Part 2
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Poised beyond his years, McKenzie, 30, is a veteran of saturated media promotion, having survived 92 episodes of an evening soap opera with generational impact. Joseph, 51, runs Garry Marshall’s Falcon Theatre and has won awards as a director and producer in New York, Chicago and Los Angeles. Yet theater doesn’t produce the kind of 24-hour attention that a hit TV show generates.
McKenzie and Joseph came together over matching needs. Joseph was obsessed with the stage version of “Johnny,” as well as Jeff Daniel’s legendary 27 performances in the role (at McKenzie’s current age). McKenzie was looking for ways to build on the career platform of “The O.C.” — for which he expresses gratitude — while escaping the peg as a brooding, good-looking kid.“It lasted only four seasons,” he says of “The O.C.,” contrasting it with other pop watersheds like “90210.” Instead, he wants to follow in the footsteps of actors who outgrew their youthful vehicles. “There’s a guy you may have heard of — Johnny Depp — likeable guy, pretty good actor. He was on a show called ‘21 Jump Street.’”
McKenzie, who has been stumping for Barak Obama in his spare time, hadn’t read the Trumbo book, but was immediately entranced by it when the “scary” project was proposed.
“The writing is very rich; the character is incredible,” McKenzie says. “You get very few chances to play something like this on stage or in film in your life. And it’s so timely. The story is almost 100 years old, if you consider it takes place in World War I, but we’re still talking about generals sending 18-year-old boys — and now girls, too — off to war that they don’t understand while they were there.”
To be continued…
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Ben McKenzie, Rowan Joseph at Jo’s, Part 1
Benjamin McKenzie, like his primary medium, is cool.
Rowan Joseph, like his, is warm. Very warm.
Seated side by side at Jo’s Hot Coffee promoting their movie, “Johnny Got His Gun,” the television actor and the theater director present a study in extreme contrasts.
Austin-bred McKenzie, star of “The O.C.” and the upcoming TV pilot sketched out as “L.A.P.D.,” could be any size. His physical presence concentrates instead in his cleanly sculpted features and aquamarine eyes.His forehead tilts forward, not as a weapon in a charm offensive, but almost to hood his responses. McKenzie keeps something in reserve, an essential on the screen. (A budding Robert Redford then?)
He speaks in short, declarative sentences, factual without elaboration, while avoiding the impression of obfuscation. (“I live a quiet life in the hills above L.A. Way up. Above the perpetual chaos of Hollywood and West Hollywood. A little yard. A dog. I hang out at my house.”)
Pennsylvania-born Joseph is a rumpled eruption of emotions. Always in movement, always in thought, he’s making intellectual connections — theater, books, movies, actors, lighting — faster than anyone could absorb them.
If McKenzie recedes into reflection, Joseph can’t wait to rhapsodize about his first movie project, how he envisioned McKenzie as Dalton Trumbo’s injured World War I soldier after seeing his “Junebug” and a picture on the Internet; how the movie was made on an $83,000 budget with just a bench and a chair, how he relied on his theatrical background to simulate water with $53 worth of dry ice.
Most miraculous of all: How the 77-minute movie with a single actor was picked up for distribution on the first inquiry to Mark Cuban’s Truly Indie company.
More to come …
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Octo Tea Dance at the Long Center Plaza
Regular participants anticipate the Octo Tea Dance with relish. We understand why. More than 1,000 celebrants spread over the magical Long Center plaza for the charity event on Sunday, raising something in the order of $65,000, according to one organizer.
Ryan Sorrsek, Neal Sanchez
The event dovetails into the Octopus Club activities, which raise cash for AIDS Services of Austin year-round. Folks like Lew Aldridge, Mark Erwin and Oliver Everette spend a good deal of time making that magic happen.
Laura McQuary, Jose Minguell
Last year, it was held at the Oasis. In the prominently public plaza, the tone was a little more formal — fewer shirts whipped off during the hours of dancing. Still, no lack of playfulness from the crowd, who gravitated to the “disco floor” light show, permanently installed on the edge of the plaza.
Hector Gonzalez, Michael Escobedo
Some of the action spilled inside to various lobbies, including a jazz retreat in the Kodosky Donor Lounge. For the grown-ups.
Benson Kelsey, Tim Grondin, Ric de Barros
Fall Fusion at Dell Jewish Community Campus
Two themes for the Fall Fusion Party at the Dell Jewish Community Campus: Endeavor and “Saturday Night Live.” The realty and development company, including principals Jeff Newberg, Andy Pastor and Kirk Rudy, were saluted. The sketch comedy show provided the characters and activities for the JCC gym.
Adam Ramirez, Lauren McKendall
The place was packed with food, drink and fun. The organizers predict the event will raise a good $200,000 which is well above average for a seasonal gala, even one with more than 500 guests dressed in mostly business casual.
Marcia Levy, Robyn Sperling, Tracy Solomon
A few things about attending an event at the JCC: The grounds are capacious, the parking generous and the place makes sense socially. The rooms feed into one another in a rational way. It’s also a pretty straight shot from downtown. We’re compiling a list of social venues for Glossy, and the JCC hadn’t yet come up, but after Fall Fusion, it went way up on my list.
Sen. Kirk Watson, Suzanne Newberg
The organizers graciously urged me to stay for the presentations later in the evening, but I’d already made the round trip to Houston for one party, and had yet another social obligation in the wings. Next time, next time.
Kirk Rudy, David Brenner, Karen Brenner
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Post-Ike Birthday Party in Houston
A sickly sweet pall hung over Houston. Decaying vegetation rose like Constable haystacks. Water lingered in low spots.
It was my first visit to Houston since Hurricane Ike. The immediate emergencies had passed. Three siblings and their families were still without electricity on Sunday, but grocery stores had power. So pantries were stocked. And the weather remained mild.
Odd for Houston, drivers behaved well. They slowed to stops at intersections and allowed others to pass. Similarly, neighbors helped neighbors. Need power out the back of a store? No problem. A tree crushed your garage and truck? We’ll help.
We gathered for my mother’s 80th birthday. Only three grandchildren could make it, yet all six children and most spouses settled into stories and family gossip. At her insistence, it was a small, improvised affair.
I heard family stories I hadn’t before — a benefit of aging. For instance, Elizabeth Keating Barnes was dazzled by math. Yet, in her junior year at the University of Texas, she hit an intellectual wall. She encountered a similar conceptual barrier later in chemistry, so she visited the career center, which recommended teaching young kids, which is exactly what she did for a while.
I suppose in the late 1940s, there were no programs promoting women engineers or researchers. The teacher route was the only acceptable option.
Viva Day Spa Grand Opening at Bridges on the Park
No wonder austin360.com publishes a column called “Luxe Life.” Austin is now spa city. The latest pampering center is a second location for Viva at Bridges on the Park.
Shannon Mouser, Laurie Aroch, Maya Aroch
Owners Shannon Mauser, Laurie Aroch and Maya Aroch gave us an enlightening tour of the rooms for facials, massages, manicures, pedicures and product testing. The centerpiece is a circular lounge, where I wanted to linger for hours.
Juanita Escamilla, Barbara Hochman
Yet the party was outside on the patio, just downhill from the new metal awnings for Paggi House, which re-opens in October. It’s a more than pleasant place for a gathering on a cool night.
Like the party for neighboring skin-care boutique W3LL, this one was littered with the prettiest of people. A little heavier on the ink and subculture.
Mark Hurtado, River Menks
But everyone seemed spa-centered and spa-healthy.
Tina Frinney, Yvette Garza
Pecan Street Festival VIP Party at Maggie Mae’s
A VIP Lounge for the Pecan Street Festival is almost a contradiction in terms. After all, the rowdy fest is among Austin’s most egalitarian events. The twice-annual street fair brings together people of more varied backgrounds than almost any other local party, looking a little New Orleans, a little Lubbock and a little San Antonio.
Marcy Hoen, Bijoy Goswami, Allen Beuershausen
Yet we were intrigued by the invitation. So we ascended the stairs at Maggie Mae’s and immediately ran into Mexic-Arte Museum director Silvia Orozco and friend, listening to a frenetic band called Los Bad Apples. We also chatted about the concept of the “nice gossip columnist.”
Donna Branham and her $75 cockatoo
Later we talked about the latest affairs with inveterate socializers Marcy Hoen, Allen Beuershausen and Bijoy Goswami. You always want to see Goswami at an event. It means people are connecting.
Sipriano Vega, Damien Martinez
They pointed me to Ike evacuee Donna Branham, who had purchased a distressed metal cockatoo from Nuevo Laredo. It was the type of art ubiquitous at the fair. Branham was very happy — and grateful for the breeze on Maggie Mae’s roof. We also talked to a couple from Iowa and two guys from Kansas — all soaking up Austin culture at its least elitist.
Jennifer Alexander, Chad Allen
Later, we retreated to the cool confines of the Gibson Guitar room. With a terrifically friendly crowd, we watched the UT-Rice game on the giant screens. At first, the defense gave us tremors. But all was well in hand by half-time, so we walked over to South Lamar Boulevard for the next event.
Austin Symphony Season Opener at the Long Center
“At Bass Concert Hall, you would have heard about half of those notes,” said Jo Anne Christian about the acoustics at the Long Center, which she helped promote. Indeed, Leila Josefowitz’s shimmering cascades of sounds and entirely original cadenzas for Beethoven’s Violin Concerto would have been lost at the University of Texas hall where the Austin Symphony Orchestra formerly played.
Wayne Bell, Jane Sibley
This was the first official concert of the first official season for ASO at the Long Center. (Only two years to go until its 100th anniversary.) Some in the crowd, like Christian, were draped in gems. ASO doyenne Jane Sibley trailed a russet-colored wrap while clinging to the arm of preservationist architect Wayne Bell, a third major player in the Long Center development.
Manuel Chavez, Lorena Martinez
Symphony first-timers such as Lorena Martinez expressed intense pleasure at the program, which included Wagner’s “Die Meistersinger” prelude, Stravinsky’s “Firebird” Suite and a surround-sound piece, inspired in part by the Congress Avenue bats, by Christopher Theofanidis and Mark Wingate.
Lisa Spencer, Jim Spencer
Not sure what the formal reviews will say, but I personally was impressed by the tonal richness of all four pieces as heard from the mezzanine, right in front of UT composer Dan Welcher and down the row from Zach Theatre exec Elisabeth Challener and hubbie Brett Bachman. (Prospecting the Long Center as a new home, Elisabeth? We won’t tell.)
James Garza, Abel Guevara
Audience members ran the gamut from music-composition graduate students in jeans to senatorial-looking businessmen in tuxes. The plaza was once again the place to congregate before and after the concert as well as during intermission. The Long Center organizers have wisely positioned an elegant refreshment franchise out there. Work it!
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Aces Opening Night on Sixth Street
In Aces, nightlife empire builder Brendan Puthoff has opened a burlesque club along the lines of Las Vegas and Hollywood’s 40 Duece. And certainly his dancers hold one’s attention with their trained skills. Yet I think Puthoff has created something even more breathtaking — a mid-sized music venue on East Sixth Street that could fill a vital social and cultural niche.
Cassandra Schlosser, Dustin Nix, Kelly Fuller
You see, Emo’s, situated with its three rooms at the intersection of the Red River and Sixth Street districts, rules supreme over the live music scene east of Congress Avenue. Most of Sixth Street, with the notable exceptions of Flamingo Cantina and the Parish, is given over to cover bands. Most of Red River, conversely, sounds more authentic, or should I say, original. Yet if one is fatigued by emo, hardcore, punk and indie, or if sweating outside at Stubb’s doesn’t appeal to you on a particular evening, the choices narrow.
Jason Brown, Kristen Dietrich, Jamie Wilson
Besides, Red River is almost completely dominated by two booking juggernauts. What if Puthoff, whose Aces offers a capacious stage, sensitive sound system and no less than six viewing tiers serviced by at least three bars, were to follow the lead of Paul Oveisi’s Momo’s and book top-notch acts in his 540-capacity club? It could go crazy.
Page Finan, Shon McKinley
Now look, Puthoff knows a lot more about running a club than I do. His Third Base sports bars have scored well beyond all predictions. The burlesque thing will probably flourish at Aces for a while, but like most novelties, it could wear thin, so to speak, especially among younger audiences. After all Nouveau Burlesque has already been with us for a few years.
I think Aces, rescuing the former Hard Rock Cafe site, is a stupendous space. Puthoff should celebrate.
For photos of Aces opening night, go to our A-List gallery.
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‘Pressure’ Opening at Mellow Johnny’s
Never turn down a party invitation from Mellow Johnny’s. Lance Armstrong’s commuter bike shop attracts a distinct tribe of lean world citizens. Some loiter curbside or out back in the parking lot. Others weave among the bikes, apparel and accessories inside the adroitly transformed garage. (It should win some design awards.)
Wade Henson, Megan Wilson
We discussed the intriguing Turkish/German movie, “Edge of Heaven,” with Janan and Marco Cabassi. We ran into Shout editor and grassroots philanthropist Rob Faubion with partner JoeLane Schumann, both hitting multiple parties like myself. Then we sought out cyclist we’d met at other social events — this group gets around Austin as well as around the globe.
Janan Cabassi, Marco Cabassi
The event under consideration was “Pressure,” a display of bike-related art. Yet I’ll confess I wasn’t quite sure which objects were art and which were merchandise. It didn’t really matter. Art openings are not the best place to see or discuss art. They can serve as lively social occasions, though, and “Pressure” was no exception.
Will Fox, Andrew Stevens
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South Padre International Music Festival Party at the Belmont
They take care of their artists. That’s what I kept hearing from the musicians who have played the South Padre Island International Music Festival. They were gathered for a promotional party at the Belmont for conversation, drinks and … music.
Ali Cox, Caren Bamberger
I had run into Nakia, my favorite Southern roots rocker, on the street before the party. He had nothing but praise for the event, which looms Halloween weekend. Among the big Austin acts: Willie Nelson, Ghostland Observatory, Grupo Fantasma, Alejandro Escovedo, Del Castillo, Vallejo and Sara Hickman.
Jeff Anderson, Alicia Kalanj
I love that Ghostland gets second billing! Seems like just months ago they were a local luxury. One of the treats at this party — besides running into co-workers for a second time that night; we are a outgoing group — was encountering hugsome Elaine Garza from Giant Noise, for whom I’d travel to South Texas just to relish her company.
Josh Johnson, Monica Vallejo
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Heart Gallery Party at Spazio
I don’t think the power of the Heart Gallery sank in until this year. I mean, intellectually, I understood that the program improved Central Texas adoption rates by drafting top-notch photographers to produce portraits of the candidates. It seemed like a worthy cause, but I never paid close attention.
Jackie, Tracy Eilers, Michele Golden
Then I realized how lucky our godson, Alfie, who just entered first grade, was to be adopted as a newborn. The older kids don’t have that advantage. And think of going through life without parents to call about your latest news. (Or, in my case, to worry about when they won’t evacuate during hurricanes. BTW: They are fine. Got power and water before everybody else.)
Dr. Ryan Burke, Dr. Prachi Midi
Anyway, modishly dressed Lytle Pressley is kind enough to lend his modern furniture store on West Sixth Street to the Heart Gallery every year. And this year’s party brought out the warm-hearted and the longtime advocates, like Judge Rhonda Hurley, who I ran into earlier this week at the Kozmetsky Center opening.
Carlos Gonzalez, Ana Lisa Garcia
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UT PAC Season Launch Party
How many season launches become routine recitations of standard events? Many of them, over the years, at the University of Texas Performing Arts Center. Not this one. It’s premier facility, Bass Concert Hall, has been out of commission for months. Its staff has been reorganized and its only programs — other than student and faculty work — have been scattered concerts and one lame musical at Hogg Auditorium.
Wei Wei, Amy Lu, Shell Ysng
So anticipation ran high at the McCullough Theatre on Thursday as the PAC staff and Doug Dempster, dapper dean of the College of Fine Arts, introduced the acts for the coming year. Among those in the noshing crowd: Former PAC leader Pebbles Wadsworth and veteran social leaders Ann and Roy Butler, who I don’t see out much these days.
Greg Krieg, Danielle Hoxie
Arts reporter Jeanne Claire van Ryzin has done an excellent job of keeping readers up to date on the calendar, so I won’t belabor the actual schedule. Some of the familiar names on the bill (some deceased, but lending their artistic inheritance): Philip Glass, Bill Cosby, Alvin Ailey, Paul Taylor, Chick Corea, John McLaughlin, Itzhak Perlman, Frederica von Stade, Samuel Ramey and Sonny Rollins.
Ann Butler, Pebbles Wadsworth
Of course, we musical queens are terribly excited about the strongest touring season ever — particularly “Wicked,” “Spamelot” and “Avenue Q” — gift of the Long Center, which cleared out the Bass schedule.
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Design Workshop launch on Congress Avenue
The lightly renovated building would never draw the eye. It sits on the corner of Congress Avenue and Eighth Street. A burrito shop occupies the ground floor.
Mary Margaret Farabee, Patricia Albright, Derek McCall
Yet three flights up, architectural wonders appear. Ground plans, renderings and enticing landscape photographs flood the walls of Design Workshop, officially launched Thursday with a party that drew big Austin design and society names: Hal Box, Fritz Steiner, Dana Friis-Hansen, Judith Sims, Mary Margaret Farabee, Clare Hudspeth, Sue Graves and Kevin Keim among them.
Rebecca Leonard, Fritz Steiner
Never heard of Design Workshop? Neither had I. Or had Box, the grand man of Austin architecture. It started as an Aspen, Colo. firm specializing in small projects, then used its landscape, urban and tourism planning skills to expand worldwide.
Tiffany Theriot, Zhe Wang
DM has employed two people in Austin for some time, but only recently opened its local offices at 801 Congress Ave. Keep your eyes open for these wizards of design.
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Brad Pitt slings bucks for marriage equality
The big battle has been overshadowed by bloody stock markets, killer storms and a nasty presidential campaign. Also Sarah Palin. Yet those who believe in marriage equality are watching California’s ballot initiative that would ban same-sex marriage.Brad Pitt is prominent among the stars campaigning to defeat Proposition 8, personally donating $100,000. Polls show a close contest for the initiative that almost certainly would reverse the state’s gay marriage status, established earlier this year by its Supreme Court.
“Because no one has the right to deny another their life even though they disagree with it, because everyone has the right to live the life they so desire if it doesn’t harm another and because discrimination has no place in America, my vote will be for equality and against Proposition 8,” Pitt said in a statement.
In the entertainment industry, David Geffen has donated $50,000 to fight Prop 8; CAA’s Bryan Lourd contributed $5,000. Philanthropist David Bohnett gave $600,000. The Human Rights Campaign has pumped $2 million into the campaign. Major out celebrities, such as Ellen DeGeneres, Elton John and Rosie O’Donnell had not contributed, according to Variety magazine.
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Mean-Eyed Cat style spread in Men’s Health
Austin looks hotter than Africa in the October issue of Men’s Health magazine. Producer Kathy Marcus and photographer Tony Duran created the multi-page fashion spread at the Mean-Eyed Cat and at Joe and Sharon Ely’s ranch near the Salt Lick. Dubbed “Working Man Blues,” the images serve up plenty of denim and sweat.
“We shot in 102-degree weather — surrounded by the construction — around the Mean-Eyed Cat,” Marcus says. “They graciously opened up their doors for three hours to the crew. Fortunately they wanted a gritty Texas look and the weather and dirt cooperated.”
It’s a flip cover issue, featuring Rib Hillis on the “Blue” side. That leads to the Austin spread on pages 10-17. The Men’s Health crew also included former Austinite and fashion director Brian Boye.
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Grand Opening of Kozmetsky Center
It’s hard not to be impressed by the Kozmetsky Center for Child Protection. One of the largest public-private projects to aid child protection services took almost a decade to build. It sits on former state school land — once called Vision Village — and it presents a reassuring, child-friendly environment for alleged victims of abuse.
Lisa Wade, Judge Rhonda Hurley, District Attorney Rosemary Lehmberg
The buildings are set back on the tree-shaded East Austin campus. Millions of dollars were raised in the private sector to construct this safe environment, which would otherwise fall to law enforcement to provide.
Joanie Bentzin, Ben Bentzin, Sheriff Greg Hamilton
Current board president Ben Bentzin spoke eloquently on the subject before introducing donors, designers and staff, as well as a short, moving video.
Venus Strawn, Mary Herr
We spoke with District Attorney Rosemary Lehmberg, who spent years advocating for the project, also briefly with Travis County Sheriff Greg Hamilton (still not too comfortable in front of cameras, but that will come in time) and Judge Rhonda Hurley, who spent a good deal of time with Statesman reporter Chuck Lindell for his recent series on child protection.
Marcia Williams, Michelle Herrera
Also dallied with the aptly named Venus Strawn and her friend, the lustrous Mary Herr, who is organizing the Center’s “Dancing with the Stars” benefit later this fall. She had tried to convince me to participate as a dancer. I refused. But if she goes for an “American Idol” theme …
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Ann Richards School Party at Lowell Lebermann’s
The studiously traditional Enfield house of business and political kingmaker Lowell Lebermann — it would look right in Virginia foxhunting country — was enough of a draw. But the more inspirational reason to attend the reception at Lebermann’s was the fundraising for the Ann Richards School for Young Women Leaders.
Nancy Scanlan, Carla McDonald, Michelle Krejci
Right away, we met these leaders-in-the-making, wearing plaid uniforms, directing traffic and serving excellent nibbles. Then we mixed with parents, who had nothing but praise for the AISD academy, which is expanding to include high school classes soon.
Eddie Safady, John Thornton
We also hung with a particular subset of the Fortunate 500 crowd who will appear familiar to readers — Linda Ball and Forrest Preece, Carla and Jack McDonald, Julie and John Thornton, Evan Smith, Nancy Scanlan, Lee Walker, Eddie Safady, Ellen Richards, Brenda Thompson and Karen Frost (who brought along her mother, evacuated from Houston).
Parents Sonya Banda, Neva Price
It was a particular honor to spend a few minutes with ARS teachers and the school’s supremely competent executive director, Michelle Krejci. Rest assured, these leaders will mold the next generation of leaders.
Deborah Dodds, Lee Walker
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Elizabeth Avellan on Austin’s ravaged film industry, Part 2
Continued from posting below…“We’re losing more than jobs,” Avellan says. “We’re losing a community.”
Not to mention the effect on Austin’s vaunted creative culture. Avellan and other Austin-based producers have had trouble keeping movie production in Texas, to say nothing of the Hollywood financiers attracted to New Mexico’s or Louisiana’s incentives. Avellan says those incentives often benefit the financiers only, not the productions themselves.
“Decisions are not being made on a script’s merit,” she says. “It’s all about who has the best incentives.”
There’s also the little matter of location credibility. A film that was supposed to shoot in the Texas desert recently was lured to Puerto Rico (no desert), while the USANetwork’s “In Plain Sight” series does fine when scenes are set in Albuquerque, but New Mexico doesn’t sub as well as Texas, with its varied landscapes, for other locations. (Also, have you noticed the shallowness of the acting pool in Albuquerque?)
TXMPA’s Dallas group raised $20,000 for lobbying efforts recently; Scott wants to double that during the “Spaghetti Western,” here in the former heart of Texas film production.
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Elizabeth Avellan on Austin’s ravaged film industry, Part 1
If you doubt that incentives from other states have diminished Texas movie production, share a late morning coffee with set decorator Jeanette Scott and producer Elizabeth Avellan.
“I was turning down work,” says poised and carefully spoken Scott about Austin’s formerly booming film industry. “Now, nobody is working.”That’s why Scott, who has never put together a benefit event, agreed to organize the Texas Motional Picture Alliance’s “Spaghetti Western” fundraiser at Star Hill Ranch in Bee Cave on Nov. 7. She’s drafted big guns such as Avellan, Mike Judge, Robert Rodriguez, Richard Linklater, Alexandra and Terrence Malick as well as Warren Spector to lead the charge.
But it was Avellan, who produced Rodriguez’s and others’ films from “El Mariachi” to “Spy Kids,” “Sin City” and “Grindhouse,” who rattled the Mueller Austin Starbucks with reports of the industry’s astonishing demise.
“We are facing a brain drain,” she says. “We’re training these film talents, and they move away because other states are stealing our films. Too much money is left on the table. Studios are not even scouting Texas.”
Texas Motional Picture Alliance is the lobbying arm of the regional industry. It’s hoping to increase the state’s cash-back grant on instate spending from 5 percent to something like 15 to 20 percent, not even close to Michigan’s 42 percent.
More to come …
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Your A-List: Best Icehouse
When A-List voters were asked about the best icehouse in town, they picked a local outfit with an historic Austin name, years of service and the word “icehouse” — well, “ice house” — in their name. Waterloo, located on North Lamar Boulevard, Burnet Road and at Southpark Meadows, keeps it simple — cold beer, hot comfort food and live music — in open, well-lighted spaces. The group won the A-List contest for best icehouse with 44 percent of the vote.
Doc’s Motorworks, the converted garage that looks like a traditional icehouse and has opened a second location, came in second with 14 percent. C. Hunt’s and Freddie’s Place nearly tied at 11 and 10 percent respectively. Five of the next six also come with possessive names — Phil’s (7 percent), Billy’s (5 percent), Aussie’s (4 percent), Junior’s (2 percent) and Angel’s (2 percent), leaving only Chisholm Trail (2 percent with the odd name out).
Write-in: Hut’s
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I was ‘trouble’ at Drambuie Den
Two pleasant Rice University alumni and I were passing the time, when a sour-looking man slithered around us at Pangaea. “Watch out for that guy,” he whispered to my conversants. “He’s trouble.”
What? Who? Me? I had spent the evening at the Drambuie Den, tasting the sweet-bitter drinks made with the Scottish ambrosia, now repositioned as a refresher for active young professionals, talking to folks from varied backgrounds, spreading the Out & About love.
Who was this guy? A relic from my wilder single days — decades ago? Somebody I accidentally dissed in a column? Was he nasty because I’m a reporter? Or gay? Or was he just having a bad day? (I later heard he said the same thing to other revelers.)
It didn’t exactly ruin the evening. I ran into politicos, such as Dewayne Lofton, and clever UT folks, like Theresa Clarke and Christian Kelleher. Also a conflict resolution specialist named Mike, who I could have used later when I tried to confront my “trouble” guy. (He slipped away.)
Trouble aside, it was one of those intoxicating Austin evenings where everyone seemed to get along swimmingly. Too bad about Mr. Sour Puss.
Chris Lewis, Karen Wong, Marc Tucci
Vershanna Morris, Kit Machen
Jantzen Matzdorff, Michell Martin
Sharon Courtney, Eric Pickett
Photos: Check out our A-List shots from this event.
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Your A-List: Best Wifi
Remember when the powers that be were promising universal wifi all over town? That and jet-packs for everybody? Well, it didn’t happen, and I’m not sure if that failure can be blamed on economics or technology.
Still, we adore our wifi, especially reporting Out & About on the hoof. Next week, during ACL, we’ll be covering all the events not actually at Zilker Park — parties, club dates, etc. And we’ll scratch around for the best free wifi wherever we go.Winner of the A-List poll was Freebirds at 31 percent of the vote, and luckily there’s one right across the street from the Statesman and near three major entertainment districts (downtown, SoCo and Barton Springs Road).
Whole Foods also garnered a lot of votes (26 percent) as did one of my standbys, Jo’s Hot Coffee (12 percent). Several government-sponsored sites got votes: Austin Public Library (9 percent), Round Rock Public Library (4 percent), Cap Metro buses/park and rides (3 percent), Austin Convention Center (2 percent) and Wooldridge Square (just under 1 percent.). That leaves a couple of commercial providers: BookPeople (7 percent) and Flipnotics (5 percent).
Write-ins: Pflugerville’s Blue Marble Java, Dairy Queen
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Richard Topfer and HAAM Benefit Day, Part 2
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Richard’s family, including stepmother Bobbi, already have made a huge impact on Austin. The Long Center for the Performing Arts is just one of their projects. Yet most of the family’s civic investments go to health care and related charitiets. (Another portion of the foundation’s magnanimity helps charities in the Chicago area, where Richard’s sisters live.)
The Topfers oversee their family foundation with a watchful eye (“We’re a very active family,” he jokes). Richard says HAAM is also run with exacting efficiency. More than 1,200 member musicians, most of them 35 or younger, have taken advantage of its programs. The Seton Family of Hospitals, St. David’s Community Health Foundation Leadership and the SIMS Foundation all contributed to the short three-year history of HAAM.“We pay a lot of lip service to musicians, but we don’t do a lot to support them.” says Richard, who generally stays out of the spotlight himself. He’s delighted artists actually use the services. “They are so appreciative and so taken aback when we reach out to them. That’s huge for them. And for us. In fact, they pass along their slots to other musicians when they take jobs with benefits.”
HAAM Benefit Day, Oct. 7, includes Austin City Hall festivities, a concert at Antone’s with Gary Clark Jr. and other local bands. More than 90 bands have pledged to play at restaurants, clubs and retail outlets that day. Meanwhile, area businesses pledge 5 percent of their profits or make cash donations. The Cain Foundation, represented by entertainment attorney Wofford Denius, will make a $10,000 matching grant that day.
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Richard Topfer and HAAM Benefit Day, Part 1
Richard Topfer, like his famous father, Mort, is a square-built man with a bold face. His words are blunt, not rude. He’s funny without being trivial. His mind focuses on business, but he’s also devoted to service.
The young philanthropist brushes aside questions about the health of his investment company, Castletop Capital, and his family’s foundation. The Topfers have been alert to the current economic climate and are particularly concerned with its effect on charitable giving.“Speaking from a foundation standpoint, we are acutely aware of certain times,” he says. “Katrina times, tsunami times, when potential dollars go in those directions and don’t stay in the local market. So we respond to that with increased local giving.”
At Uno coffeeshop in Davenport Village, he wants to chat about Health Alliance for Austin Musicians, the nonprofit health provider. Richard chairs the only nonprofit board on which he serves.
“I moved to Austin because it’s neat and unique,” says the Westlake Hills businessman and music lover. “The vibrant music has kept Austin weird, for want of a better word. I spend a lot of time in Colorado. I always say I’m from Austin, not Texas. When I say ‘Austin,’ they say ‘Oh I hear that’s a neat place to be.’ My fear is that, as Austin continues to grow, we’ll lose that charm.”
To be continued…
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Out & Equal Reception at the Austin Convention Center
Another late, late, hurricane-harried posting: Out & Equal was here last week.
Becky Zimmerman, Melissa Mitchell of Kalamazoo, Mich.
The national group promotes workplace equality. Couldn’t be more effective. And their conference drew big names, including Internet opinion queen Ariana Huffington, makeover master Carson Kressley, Texas Monthly editor Evan Smith and Austin Area Interreligious Ministries CEO Tom Spencer.
Jerome King, Carrie Miller, he of Washington D.C., she of Cincinnati
Statesman reporter Peter Mongillo wrote a substantive article about the summit. My proposed function was to cover the social events, with the help of local co-chair Victor Martinez and O&E press rep Redge Norton.
Donna Rose, Samantha Britney
Of course, a little tempest called Hurricane Ike swept that plan away. I made exactly one Out & Equal reception that felt swallowed up by the scale of a Austin Convention Center banquet hall. We met considerate, committed folks.
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Luis Vera, Morgan Green, Stanley Ellicott, Pamela Berliwitz, Christine Holcomb — all Out & Equal staffers
I debated telling the following anecdote, but what the hey? One group I photographed recoiled at the thought of appearing in a newspaper column. I bit my tongue. What part of “out” did they not get? (We deleted the images anyway.) Otherwise, I hope the Equalers had a good time in Austin. Despite Ike.
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September Austin mags
What strikes me, as I graze the covers of nine Austin glossy magazines:
Women rule this month. Eight women vs. three men. Four women are young models. Three — Patty Griffin, Carolyn Wonderland and Amy Cook — are Austin musical artists coming into their own.
Only one man appears solo, oilman turned alt-energy promoter T. Boone Pickens, rendered, improbably, as James Dean in “Giant” on the cover of Texas Monthly. Southern rocker Nakia holds his own side of G Style, but shares the flip-cover with L Style’s Cook.
Two mags show no humans, radishes for Edible Austin and toy real estate for Austin Monthly.
Rare, Tribeza and Brilliant tempt with slightly mysterious images: A nude wrapped in movie film; a sun-blanched couple looking disaffected; and a striking blonde swaddled in an ornate green brocade.The Good Life, AustinWoman and Austin Fit push serious-looking stories with type, while images dominate the others almost entirely. I’m getting mixed and slightly messy messages from Austin Fit and The Good Life.
Austin Monthly once again wins the fatness award, coming in at 228 pages, 10 more than Texas Monthly. Its sales staff must be working triple overtime.
Glossy earns class points for its grayscale photo of Griffin with red and light blue accents, although I must say that, on a magazine rack, Brilliant would really pop out. L Style G Style edges AustinWoman for earthiness.
When does the new issue of Fave come out?
What do I want to read, actually? Probably the Pickens story, because I assume there’s something I don’t already know. The profiles in L Style G Style. Perhaps the graphic treatments about Austin real estate in Austin Monthly.
Which would look best on a shop counter? Rare and Tribeza. On a rack? Brilliant, Austin Monthly and Texas Monthly, with L Style a runner up. On a coffee table? Glossy. Overlapping each other near the door of a coffee shop? The Good Life, Edible Austin, Austin Fit, Austin Woman.
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Weekend Out: Post-Ike
The hurricane parties have subsided. But some of the evacuees are still in town. Meanwhile, excitement builds for the Austin City Limits weekend at its attendant social events, which will collide with the UT-Arkansas game revelries Sept. 26-28.
Thursday: 2008 Season Kick-Off Party UT PAC’s McCullough Theatre; Red Hot Red Dot Art Spree at Women & Their Work; Ballet Austin Guild Season Preview at Austin Museum of Art — Laguna Gloria; Hosteria Verde Supper Club at Aviary; Fantastic Fest Opening Night at Paramount Theatre; 2008 Heart Gallery of Central Texas Premiere and Gala at Spazio; South Padre International Music Festival Preview with Twanguero at the Belmont; Air Sex World Championships After-party at the Jackalope; “Pressure” Opening at Mellow Johnny’s; Aces Lounge Grand Opening
Friday: “Lamar Sorrento Paintings 2008” opening reception at Yard Dog; Leila Josefowicz with the Austin Symphony Orchestra at the Long Center; Artist Happy Hour at the Vortex; Dr. Theo S. Painter 50-Year Career Celebration at Austin Allergy; ATX Converge at the Mohawk; Old Pecan Street Festival Kickoff Party at the BelmontSaturday: Pecan Street Festival VIP Party on East Sixth Street; Party on the Vanguard at Salvage Vanguard Theater; Viva Day Spa Grand Opening
Sunday: 13th Annual Octo Tea Dance at the Long Center; Fall Fusion Benefit honoring Jeff Newberg, Andy Pastor and Kirk Rudy at Dell Jewish Community Campus; Darfur Project Benefit at the Belmont
Monday: Premiere of “Johnny Got His Gun” with Benjamin McKenzie at the the Paramount Theatre; Fantastic Fest Awards Ceremony at Alamo South; FantasticFest 100 Best Kills Party at Alamo Lamar
Tuesday: “Eagle Eye” with sneak preview at AMC Barton Creek
Wednesday: Pickin’ Party with Dean Dillon, Scotty Emerick and Paul Overstreet at Darrell Royal Ballroom, Barton Creek Country Club; “The Tales of the Really White Vigilante Volume Two” Release Party at Rio Rita, New Menu Tasting at Z’Tejas Avery Ranch
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Tré Dotson, Roberto Santibañez, Carlos Santana collaborate on Austin eatery
An admired fixture on the Austin social scene, Tré Dotson, will be the operating partner for a Nuevo Mexican restaurant in the densely packed Warehouse District. Squeezed between Kenichi and Cuba Libre in the former Ringers site at 415 Colorado St., Maria Maria will bring together culinary partner Roberto Santibañez and music great Carlos Santana.
It’s part of a small restaurant group that includes Maria Maria locations in Walnut Creek, Cal., Mill Valley, Cal. and Tempe, Ariz.Santibañez served as Fonda San Miguel’s executive chef from 1997 to 2001 and was praised for his departures from traditional Diana Kennedy fare at the beloved Austin restaurant. Santana serves as Maria Maria’s creative consultant for the ambiance for what will surely be a lively, entertainment-oriented event spot serving dozens of small-batch tequila brands.
The place is expected to open Oct. 6 for 3 p.m. cocktails and botanas service and 4 p.m. dinners Mondays through Sundays. 687-6800.
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Matthew McConaughey’s paternal instinct kicks in
Some observers have wondered aloud about Matthew McConaughey’s decision to haul baby Levi and baby mama Camila Alves along to so many public events, such as the broiling Longhorns game during his recent Austin promotional tour for “Surfer, Dude.” Was all that exposure in the infant’s best interest?Well, the Bronze One’s paternal instincts definitely kicked in after the Malibu triathlon he raced with new mother Jennifer Lopez on Sunday. Jabbing his finger, he threatened a paparazzo who approached Levi and Camila on the sidelines. A TMZ.com video shows him commanding a blue-capped photographer to “back off” several times.
Of course, in the TMZ Moral Universe, this makes McConaughey a jerk, but we applaud his protective response.
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Watch out for ‘Whip It,’ Ellen Page on Austin streets
Don’t let your neck snap off if you see Ellen Page, Drew Barrymore, Juliette Lewis, Marcia Gay Harden, Jimmy Fallon or any other “Whip It” cast or crew members in town this week, shopping at Whole Foods or jogging around Lady Bird Lake. Director Barrymore, whose movie is based on Shauna Cross’ rollerderby novel, has completed primary interior filming in Michigan.That state lures movie producers with a 42 percent tax incentive; Texas offers up to 5 percent. Now Barrymore will shoot exteriors here, days before the Austin City Limits Festival launches. During last year’s fest, the director scouted locations while dallying with ex-boyfriend Justin Long.
The interior/exterior split is now familiar to Texas’ decimated film industry. Establishing shots for Oscar winner “No Country for Old Men” were made in West Texas, for instance; the rest went to New Mexico, another incentive haven.
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Sexy City
I keep repeating it and nobody seems to believe me: Austinites are gorgeous!
The readers of Travel & Leisure magazine are backing me up.
Once again, Our Town ranked high — No. 3 after Miami and San Diego — among cities with plenty of eye candy. The rest of the Top 10 can be divided among warm spots (Charleston, Honolulu), fit spots (Denver, Minneapolis) and fashion spots (New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco).Austin also did well in other categories: Friendly (No. 2); Intelligent (No. 3) and Active (No. 2). We slip a little on the Style and Diversity factors (No. 8 in both contests). Overall, it’s a great place to meet people. And I can attest to the social ease with which locals interact with strangers.
I have a great job.
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Get ready for the Glossy 8
Who dresses best in Austin? We’ll let you decide. Meantime, with the help of readers, we’ve selected a few stellar fashionistas for the Austin Style Maker Awards. You can wait until the October issue of Glossy to discover the eight winners, or attend a charity benefit at Neiman Marcus 6:30 p.m. Oct. 2. After cocktails in the golden NM glow, the Glossy 8 will introduce some threads on the runway. Proceeds from the $85 tickets will go to Season for Caring, the American-Statesman’s annual holiday drive for need families. More party info to come.Permalink | | Categories: Style
‘Kings of the Evening’ Premiere Reception
Now that all the Hurricane Ike social reporting is done, it’s time to recap some pre-Ike events that never made it into Out & About posts. One such event was the premiere of “Kings of the Evening,” an Austin-shot movie that has earned honors at African American film festivals around the country.
Taisha Shaw, Angela Rawna
The following reception at the Monarch Event Center was meant as a thank-you to the cast and crew from the Austin Convention and Visitors Bureau, which is tasked with overseeing film production in the city.
Linara Washington, Jennifer Walker
With most of the news about Austin’s decimated movie industry — leeched away by incentives from New Mexico, Louisiana, Michigan and 37 other states — negative, it was a blessing to toast a small, feel-good film from Andrew P. Jones about honor dressing during the Depression.
Cara Briggs, Jonathan Clark
We ran into all sorts of favored folks, include two fantastic Austin stage actors — Angela Rawna and Cara Briggs — the second appearing in this particular movie, the first not. Like most independent films these days, “Kings of the Evening” will face tough distribution challenges, but the audience buzz was warm at the reception.
On a sad note, we heard at the reception that Max Horne, the cabaret singer whom we’d enjoyed at Ms. B’s not long ago, died quietly of cancer a few weeks ago.
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W3LL Grand Opening Party
I suppose if you’re opening a skin-care boutique it pays to show a little skin.
Ray Meditz, Zion, Jonathan Ramos
Quite a stretch of well-tended epidermis was on display at W3LL — we are breaking our rules about unconventional spelling for this calming shop at Bridges on the Park — and since the party was thrown by Fave magazine, the mix was as much male as female.
Jarred Simons, Chris Hatcher
We attended as part of our Hurricane Ike social watch, but for revelers at this particular cocktail party, the storm was yesterday’s news. Some models, such as Zion and My Cherie Haley, wore tiny cocktail dresses by Gail Chovan of Blackmail, at least at first. Ray Meditz and Jonathan Ramos wore virtually nothing as they passed around hydrating water on trays.
James Walker, Shirley Pinkson, Dr. Renee Snyder
We spoke at some length with the three founders of W3LL — hence the numeral — who all met at the University of Texas in the 1980s. Renee Snyder is the doctor. Smartly suited Shirley Pinkson formerly catered to celebrities in New York and hopes to take her make-up line there. James Walker I spoke to only briefly, but I see him out fairly regularly and will catch up soon.
My Cherie Haley, Megan O’Leary
It’s odd at 6 feet 1 inch feeling short, but at these style events, the average height is, well, altitudinous. After a couple of wee white cranberry vodka martinis and lots of conversation, I headed back out into the humidity, only to give up half way through the evening, confident that I had sampled the Ike-iness of the weekend.
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Old Man (and Woman) of the Sea, Part 3
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Then came Rita. Just days after the shocking images of a Katrina-devastated New Orleans, Hurricane Rita bore down with Category 5 winds on Galveston and Houston. Weathercasters predicted a catastrophe that would erase the 1900 storm from the record books. My siblings freaked.
Once again, my parents wouldn’t budge. They absolutely refused to evacuate. I threatened. I cajoled. I pleaded. Nothing doing.What my parents appeared to ignore was the prospect of weeks without water or power — especially air-conditioning — in Houston’s evil humidity. An ugly way to go.
I was wrong again. Rita veered and those who chose Interstate 10 spent an awful couple of days stuck on the roadside.
Along comes Ike. Like any good child, I resorted to subterfuge. When I hear they might be without power or water, I plan to deliver ice and other supplies to them and my siblings, hoping to lure my parents to Central Texas during my mission of mercy. (Meanwhile, the rest of our family is accounted safe by cell phone.)
It almost worked. Then, as I’m ready to purchase giant ice chests for the journey, the call comes.
“We have water and electricity!” my mother says. “No need to come!”
And weather, at least in Austin, simultaneously turns glorious.
“It’s like the story of Corpus Christi,” my father says. “The Spanish were driven by a storm into the bay. The next day, like it is after a hurricane, was beautiful. ‘What feast day is it?’ asked the thankful ship captain. ‘Corpus Christi,’ said the padre. So we got a Latin name for an Hispanic city.”
Associated Press photo of Surfside as Ike approached
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Old Man (and Woman) of the Sea, Part 2
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This resistance to basic safety from my mother and father first escalated into conflict during a family trip to Pensacola, Fla. during the 1990s. A tropical storm, predicted to reach hurricane strength by landfall, took dead aim at the Redneck Riviera. Veterans of the Texas coast, we kept an eye cocked on the television news, then found ourselves the subjects of one newscast as “that crazy Texas family who hadn’t yet evacuated.”
Concerned for our 12 nieces and nephews, my siblings and I calmly planned an escape route to high ground on the other side of Pensacola. Yet, once cars and kids were loaded, my parents continued to sit, drinks in hand, on the balcony to welcome the storm. I lost it.“You are setting a terrible example for the children,” I fumed. “And they are going to spend the night worried sick about their grandparents.”
I was wrong. As soon as the kids discovered the motel pool, they forgot about my parents and their windy romance on the balcony. And it all turned out OK. The storm veered, then petered out.
More to come…
Associated Press photo of Ray Wilkinson as he sits on the porch at his home after riding out Hurricane Ike in Surfside . Wilkinson was the only person to remain in Surfside Beach during the storm.
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Old Man (and Woman) of the Sea, Part 1
“In Surfside Beach, a town of 800, the police chief asked one stubborn couple, David and Dondi Fields, to write their names and Social Security numbers on their forearms with a black marker in case something bad happened to them.” — Associated Press
“If your parents could get there, they would. Really.” — Valerie Koehler, my sister, prior to Hurricane Ike
My mother and father, who will turn 80 very soon, remain romantically attached to the sea. My paternal family braved the stormy English Channel in towns whose names — Dover, Ramsgate, Folkstone — still clang in my ears. When they emigrated during the Depression, my grandparents eventually settled in Corpus Christi, within sight of the bay. My father served in the U.S. Navy — protecting the Panama Canal from the Koreans — and our childhoods were spent fishing, swimming, boating, surfing, seining, anything to do with water.And tropical storms played a big role in that history. Carla virtually wiped out Surfside Beach, our working-class summer retreat, in 1961. Brown waters from Claudette in 1980 and Allison in 2001 topped the usual marks for the Houston area’s everyday storm floods. Alicia rocked Houston in 1983, much the same way as Ike, popping skyscraper windows, trashing enormous trees, but mostly sparing human life. Batteries, beer, water, flashlights, snacks, ice, candles … how many times have we prepped for a storm by stocking up on these camp-out essentials?
You know where I’m going with this: My parents, the evacuation refuseniks.
More to come…
Associated Press photo of Surfside after Ike
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Ike Parties, Part 3
While joining in the mass revelry, several locals expressed annoyance that so many events were canceled or postponed.
“Everyone was in a mass panic today,” marketing consultant Amy Layton said at the jam-packed Tribeza Fashion Show for Candlelight Ranch at the Austin Music Hall on Friday. “Schools are out; games are off. Yet after a few glasses of wine, people will be ready to party.”
Christian Moore, Kristin Colby
Before the evening’s parties, some evacuees opted for retail therapy. “I’ve had a lot of people from Houston come into the stores,” said Kristi Pruett, owner of Wee and Finch in the Second Street District. “Everything considered, they seemed in pretty high spirits. They’re just trying to make the best of it.”
Others had already worn themselves out during the pre-storm excitement on the coast. Benjamin Serrato had just returned from Padre Island and Port Aransas, where the surf was “a little too much,” he said with eyes stretched open. “It was 80 percent surfers on the beach.”
Angela Palma, Joanna Linden
While Central Texas weather remained comparatively calm Saturday, folks were already arranging for a second round of hurricane parties.
The owners of Pangaea were among the first to announce an official hurricane party for Saturday night, set to the tunes of DJ Kurupt.
“Somebody’s got to have one,” said co-owner Steven Seymour, whose Florida version of the club had thrown several hurricane parties. “We’ve candles and lots of alcohol and hopefully we won’t lose power.”
Anni Kuo, Jordan Nova
Event planner Jette Momant turned her birthday party at her Northwest Hills home into an Ike party, with decadent build-your-own-pizza ingredients such as lemongrass chicken sausage and ponzu butter served with lemongrass martinis.
“The idea is that everyone is battening down the hatches,” said Momant’s caterer, Jesse Bloom of Ecstatic Cuisine. “You make sure you have enough food and drink to keep everybody happy for a long time.”
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Sarah Fennel, a former Fayetteville, Ark., resident and University of Texas graduate, had planned her Restore Humanity charity event — raising money for an African orphanage — around the Arkansas-UT game, which was postponed because of Ike. “We turned it into a hurricane party,” Fennel said at the Molotov club. “Everybody was already excited, so why not?”
Johnny Rodgers, Bobby Dillard, Sarah Fennel, Krista Dillard
Reed Barrett, a musician and Ole Miss alumnus, chaffed at all the extra carousers at the Restore Humanity event, since they distracted from one of his favorite bands, Alpha Rev, which played a full set despite the cramped conditions and restless crowd, stage-managed by Molotov’s new co-owners Chad and Brad Womack (yes, of “Bachelor” fame).
Linda Ginac, Kerri Lohmeier, Deb Woodard
Robert Kelly and Gina Ceballos had hoped to get out on the lake this weekend, but, fearing high winds, switched to watching the Ohio State-USC game with friends Saturday instead. In preparation, they partied Friday outdoors on the sidewalk patio of the coincidentally thematic Key Bar on West Sixth Street.
Bobby and Yutaka Meyers
“You gotta get the full effect,” Ceballos said.
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Ike Parties, Part 1
Austin threw a giant party for Ike. The guest of honor didn’t show.
Richie Rich (Heatherette), Ginger Roddick
Not that the hosts were complaining. As downtown was transformed into a collective hurricane party Friday and Saturday nights, locals and evacuees expressed concern about their neighbors stuck on the Texas coast or seeking refuge in shelters, but, according to Austin custom, friends and strangers used the storm as an excuse to revel in cafes, clubs and private homes.
Rachel Youens, Thomas Urgento
“People are feeling stir crazy,” said Dr. Lucho Rossman, a radiologist from Houston’s Medical Center. “Especially the Houstonians, who aren’t going anywhere.”
Omari, Amber Fee, Courtney White
Sixth Street — East and West, from Lamar Boulevard to Interstate 35 — spilled over with storm-stompers, especially spots with outdoor service, where sweaty customers warded off the clam before the storm — that barely brushed Central Texas. “Everywhere is jam-packed,” said professional model Thomas Urgento at the Austin Music Hall on Friday.
Jyoti Gupta, Dr. Lucho Rossman
“I work in a spa, and all everyone keeps talking about is hurricane this, and hurricane that,” said Kat Laurent, an employee at Maximum FX, on Friday. Some people were drinking hurricanes; others were just drinking. Cabs and pedicabs patrolled the streets, but well into Saturday morning, people refused to leave the streets.
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Comedy team: Carson Kressley & Anita Perry
Fashion expert Carson Kressley is not known for his discretion. Or his bashfulness.Friday morning during the Hospice Austin Beauty of Life charity event at the Renaissance Austin Hotel, the makeover star of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” and “How to Look Good Naked” remarked on the attractiveness of Gov. Rick Perry.
Playing straight gal to his gay comic, first lady Anita Perry asked, changing the subject, what to take along if stranded on a desert island. Her husband, Kressley cracked, to roars of laughter.
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The mini-saga of Austin’s secret NASA crew
A terse statement from NASA on Thursday set a minor Hurricane Ike odyssey in motion: “The International Space Station Flight Control Room at Mission Control in Houston was shut down Thursday morning. Station flight control continued through backup teams located near Austin and Huntsville, Ala.”
Logically, a team escaping the giant storm would head up to Alabama to guide the space station from the ground, since a back-up control room stands at the ready there.But near Austin? Is there a secret control room here? At a federal facility? At a university or utility plant? At a conference center?
Calls to Central Texas public agencies, evacuation officials, hospitality-industry leaders and hotel managers Friday failed to produce results.
“Yes, a team of flight controllers with high-speed laptop computers has moved to an Austin-area hotel and is controlling the space station through high-rate data lines back to computers at Mission Control in Houston,” said NASA spokesman Michael Curie late on Friday. “Mission Control has power and generators in case it loses power. A backup plan in case Mission Control loses power will hand control to another team of Johnson Spacecraft Center flight controllers who traveled to Huntsville, Ala.”
A hotel near Austin. But where? Lost Pines? Lakeway? Barton Creek? Round Rock? It would have to be someplace pretty wired and comfortable.
“We don’t have an exact location, other than they are in the Austin area,” Curie said on Saturday. “They will remain until Houston’s Mission Control Center returns to normal operation. It is too early to know how long it will be before that happens.”
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Preliminary update: Surfside safe
Readers sent supportive messages about Surfside, the beach community hard hit by Hurricane Ike long before the eye swept ashore just up the coast at Galveston. Located on the slender sands of Follett’s Island, Surfside has been one of our hometowns since the early 1960s and headquarters for the annual Reading Week.
Like everyone else, we watched the coverage from the coast until early in the morning, then switched it back on as soon as we woke. The news could be much worse, considering the direct hit from a Category 2 or 3 storm. CNN confirms 3 deaths. Damage is bad from Galveston to Houston, and the entire area is without power.
Yet, astonishingly, the first news from the Weather Channel informs us that Surfside’s houses still stand on their stilts. CNN interviewed the mayor, who said only 20 structures were completely lost. Who knows how much damage the structures suffered when the water reached above the stilts, but given the video and other images from yesterday, Surfside may have dodged a bullet.
Among other posts to expect from Out & About this weekend expect reports from hurricane-fueled partying here — last night and tonight — from evacuees and locals.
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Forty Frenzy at Speakeasy Terrace
We are so far behind in posting about events we attended earlier this week. Forgive, forgive, forgive. We’ll catch up over the weekend.
Heidi Boschee, Sharon Mims
Yet another fantastic example of nontraditional grassroots fundraising in Austin: Sharon Mims marked her 40th birthday Tuesday with a party atop Speakeasy, with proceeds going to American Gateways, the graceful new name for the Political Asylum Project of Austin, which went by the icky acronym PAPA.
Leanne Clayton, Eric Barrera, Cassie Ancona
It was a mixer and a mingler and a gifter and a gabber. The women looked especially well turned out, but a few of the men also made an effort to go stylish in the muggy mists above West Fourth Street.
Bobby Thomas, Peggy Duran
Mims is actually Director of Funding Development for Gateways, which keeps offices out at Highland Mall and downtown on West Sixth Street.
Gretchen Weihe, Aaron Brinker
We’re hopping around hurricane parties Friday and Saturday. Know of one? E-mail me: mbarnes@statesman.com.
Networking prodigy Greg Vendetti
One can be a musical prodigy or a math prodigy. But a networking prodigy? Our nominee would be Greg Vendetti, who, cool as a cucumber, asked to meet me for coffee after the First Night reception for new executive director Dave Sullivan (where, I learn, after I struck out for another event, FN board president and dear friend Albert Cantara made a clever, gentle jab at me for leaving him off the Fortunate 500).Anyway, Greg is a friend of Chris Chafic of DrumJam, whom I first met when speaking to a public relations class at UT a year or so ago. I heard the theatrically rhythmic band at First Night and, later, at Stubb’s. The BBQ joint is also where I first heard Vendetti sing. The Connecticut native graduated from the music business program at Loyola University in New Orleans, and he’s already helping improve the infrastructure for the Austin music community.
Greg and I met at Jo’s on Second and discussed entrepreneureal schemes for compensating musicians and preserving the city’s cultural treasures. People he should know include UT dean Doug Dempster and Entrepreneurs Foundation director Eugene Sepulveda, just to start. He later introduced me, electronically, to John Worthington, one of his former Loyola profs, who worked for Disney Animation, Photoshop, and is the inventor and principle developer of Quicktime player.
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Ike Doesn’t Like Surfside
When people ask my hometown, I hesitate. I was born in Kilgore, but spent less than six years in East Texas and adjoining Northwest Louisiana. I mostly grew up in Houston, yet often lived in adjacent communities — West University, Bellaire, Clear Lake — not in the city proper. I have lived in Austin going on 25 years, the longest I’ve lived anywhere; moving here was the second most profound and gratifying decision of my life.Yet where I feel most connected to personal history is a strand of sand on the Gulf Coast where my families have spent part of every year since Hurricane Carla in 1961. Surfside, a village of mostly stilted homes on Follett’s Island, is still a secret to most Austinites, who know Galveston to the north or Port A to the south. Yet between family vacations and our annual Reading Week in February, Surfside’s blissful peace has been my most welcome recreation.
The first year we summered there, the beach near the Freeport jetty was littered with the bones of houses destroyed during Carla. Even during a mild storm, the island is submerged. I can’t imagine the havoc Hurricane Ike will wreak tonight, and I hope every soul has been evacuated. We may spend Reading Week 2009 elsewhere, but I will not forsake my other hometown.
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Waiting on Ike: A Dozen Undone Blogs
Hurricane Ike has already swept aside dozens of social events in Central Texas, many of them related to the postponed UT-Arkansas game. Just about everything that was scheduled for indoors will gone on, though, including the big Out & Equal conference at the Austin Convention Center, probably the safest house in town. We promise to follow hurricane parties and those scheduled events that go on as planned.
On a more personal level, the hurricane has scrambled my blogging. Not a big deal, but just so you know, my reporting has not fallen behind, just my posting.
Among the subjects waiting for your loyal eyes: Prodigy networker Greg Vendetti, Forty Frenzy with Sharon Mims, “Kings of the Evening” premiere at the Monarch Center, a Glossy 8 preview, September mags, Maria Maria, Hamm Day with Richard Topfer, illustrator Stan Watts, my first Apple One to One session, the first Out & Equal reception and Elizabeth Avellan on TMXPA’s Spaghetti Western fundraiser at Star Hill Ranch.
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Sighting Celebrities, Ike & ACL, Part 3
Part 3 of Sighting Celebrities during ACL, Ike, etc.SoCo — There’s a reason hotelier Bill Gurasich and architect Dick Clark are building another chic hangout on South Congress Avenue. Everybody — including celebrities — want to hang out there. Jo’s Hot Coffee is the epicenter and offers the best sidewalk people-watching in the city.
The Hotel San Jose and, to a different degree, the Austin Motel, lure stars of music, movies, television and otherwise. Mars, Vespaio, Enoteca, Woodland, South Congress Cafe and Güero’s all pull in notables, while the Continental Club is a required stop on the Austin music tour.
Just walk up and down South Congress from Riverside Drive to no farther south than Live Oak Street, and you’ll join a rushing stream of locals, visitors and those inescapable subjects of the tabloids.
Barton Springs Road — This area is less easily defined and is thoroughly scrambled by the tens of thousands funneling in and out of the ACL Fest proper in Zilker Park. Of course, celebrities will drop by for the music (last year, Drew Barrymore and Justin Long smooched their way through the weekend). A few will also take a dip in nearby Barton Springs, as did Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson two weeks ago.
Austin’s Restaurant Row is not known for haute cuisine, but rather burgers, brew, ‘ritas and ‘cue. Celebrities who feel comfortable being seen in flip-flops will dally at Uncle Billy’s, Austin Java, Flipnotics, Chuy’s, Romeo’s, Green Mesquite and, especially, Shady Grove. Of course, the fitness freaks among the stars will take a whirl around Lady Bird Lake on the hike-and-bike trail, probably the best all-round people-watching area in the city.
We really shouldn’t have to point this out, but don’t feed or poke the celebrities, during ACL or otherwise. Look, smile, leave them alone.
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Sighting Celebrities, Ike & ACL, Part 2
Part 2 of Sighting Celebrities in Austin for ACL, Ike, etc.
Warehouse District — For purposes of this story, we’re including other downtown mini-districts that share grown-up sensibilities with the nightspots clumped around Fourth and Colorado streets. So that would translate into far West Sixth Street, East and West Second streets, middle Fifth Street, parts of Congress Avenue and the newest cluster of hot spots under the 360 Tower.
The audibly tan — to borrow Fran Lebowitz’s term — Hollywood and Vegas crowds like The Belmont and Bess (owned by Sandra Bullock and Jesse James), J. Black’s and Eddie V’s. East Coasters and the international set are more likely to descend on steakhouses and seafood spots like III Forks, Truluck’s, Finn & Porter and McCormick & Schmick’s, as well as lounges such as Pangaea, Qua, Buzios Room, 219 West or Imperia.Detached from the other downtown mini-districts is Moonshine, which regularly attracts sports figures such as Andy Roddick, Mack Brown and Colt McCoy. This will probably change now that he’s back in training, but Lance Armstrong often dropped by his downtown bike shop, Mellow Johnny’s, and his bar, Six.
The “Friday Night Lights” crew likes Jo’s on Second and Austin Java. And the downtown wine bars — Mulberry, Taste, Cork & Co., Cru, etc. — are safe bets for sightings if one is patient. Lambert’s Downtown Barbecue is a required stop for marquee rockers, and that whole area around Austin City Hall will explode with cool once Austin City Limits opens its studio with Uchi in the W Hotel and Residences next year. And let’s not forget the signature downtown nightclubs with music, such as Emo’s, Antone’s, Beerland, Club de Ville and the Mohawk. Gay celebrities will bop back and forth between Oil Can Harry’s and Rain.
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Your A-List: Best Landmark
No other major Texas city is built around a single building. Austin, which originally paraded south — in a neat grid — below the Republic of Texas government complex, eventually radiated out from the hilltop dome of the 1885 Capitol, the fourth building to serve that function.Let’s face it, the Capitol is not entirely original in inspiration. It follows the patterns of Renaissance palaces and Baroque cathedrals, as well as other American government buildings, that antedated it. Yet, rising almost symmetrically from its green grounds in burly, native pink granite, it says “Texas” and only “Texas” to anyone who has ever beheld it.
That’s why it easily won the A-List poll on Best Landmark with 38 percent of the vote, topping the University of Texas Tower ( 24 percent), the ice-sculpture Frost Bank Tower (9 percent), the “Hi, how are you” mural (8 percent) and Mount Bonnell (7 percent). Others receiving votes were the Stevie Ra Vaughan statue (5 percent), Pennybacker Bridge (4 percent), Ann W. Richards Congress Avenue Bridge (2 percent), Enchanted Rock (2 percent) and Austin City Hall (1 percent).
Write-in: 360 tower
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Your A-List: Best Breakfast Taco
(Note: Due to problems with data transmission, this blog had the incorrect winner in the initial post. I apologize for the confusion. The winner was Taco Deli, with 29 percent of the vote. Below is copy from Matthew Odam’s post last year identifying Taco Deli, which was also the 2007 Your A-List winner.)You can add up all the yellow wristbands, Crocs, Bluetooth earpieces and burnt orange bumper stickers in Austin, and collectively their popularity will still pale in comparison to that of the omnipresent breakfast taco. Austinites of all ages, races and sexes worship at the Church of the Breakfast Taco.
Despite my personal preference for fruit or cereal in the morning, it seems most in this town can not get their day started without a heaping helping of eggs, sausage, bacon, potatoes, beans, salsa, and whatever else your little heart desires, wrapped into a warm tortilla.
Since you can’t fling a tortilla without hitting a breakfast taco-vending establishment in town, how does one purveyor distinguish himself from the glut of glutton-feeders? Convenient locations? Good service and prices? Friendly staff? Sure, all of those need to be in place, but it seems TacoDeli has made its mark with a unique take on potatoes. Instead of browned and quartered potatoes, TacoDeli mashes their taters with a nice garlic concoction, giving their tacos a flavor and texture that lets you know exactly who made the delicious grease bomb you are about to use to kick off your morning.
Beyond the unusual treatment of their primary starch, TacoDeli also appeals to its regular customers with crispy bacon, fresh fish tacos and a creamy green sauce that has just the right amount of kick.
And, unlike many restaurants, gas stations, street vendors, TacoDeli more or less sticks to the idea that breakfast tacos are meant as a morning or daytime snack. The two TacoDeli locations are only open for breakfast and lunch, closing at 3 p.m. each day to focus on the next morning’s onslaught of hungry (and sometimes hungover) patrons.
Others receiving votes
Maria’s Taco X-Press: 15 percent
Juan in a Million: 14 percent
Taco Shack: 14 percent
Rudy’s: 10 percent
Tamale House: 5 percent
Taqueria Arandas: 4 percent
Las Manitas: 3 percent
Taco Cabana: 3 percent
El Chilito: 3 percent
Write-ins: Amaya’s, Angie’s, B’s Tacos, Curra’s, Dan’s Hamburgers, Dona Emilia’s, El Arroyo, El Charrito, Enchiladas y Mas, Hill Country Taco, Jim’s, Ken’s Tacos, La Casita, La Mexicana, La Posada, Little Mexico, Luviana’s, Maudie’s, Mi Gordis, Mi Madre’s, Michael’s Tacos, Lockhart’s Mr. Taco, Nuevo Leon, Nueva Onda, Polvo’s, Porfirio’s, Ross’s Old Austin Cafe, Marble Falls’ Super Taco, Taqueria Las Palmas, Texas Honey Ham Co., Round Rock’s Tio Dan’s Puffy Tacos, Torchy’s
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Sighting Celebrities, Ike & ACL, Part 1
Close that laptop.Are you in a public place? In Austin? Are other people soaking up the Austin vibe, too? Then, chances are, during the Austin City Limits Festival — or South by Southwest or any weekend, including Hurricane Ike’s promised (and hopefully mild) drop-by — a celebrity is nearby.
That’s because, like other residents and tourists, they like what you like — authentic Austin, Old and New.
Some would say that tourists have already ruined East Sixth Street entertainment district, but, truthfully, it’s been thick with kids of all ages since I moved here in 1984. Not ruined, but rather reserved for nights when you are in the mood for a raucous night of partying and people-watching. And that experience includes celebrities with those particular tastes.
And by now everyone knows that the live music that once made Sixth Street famous has mostly moved to other entertainment strips, such as Red River Street.
Otherwise, the golden ones flock to three Central Austin zones. (And oh, that’s Carmen Electra on Sixth Street, pictured.)
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Ike Theatens Weekend
Obviously, Hurricane Ike is a more potent danger to the Texas coastal communities in its path and even to Central Texas in the form of high winds, heavy rains and tornadoes. For those who doubt the potential impact on our inland region, recall that more than 38 inches of rain fell on Thrall during two days in September 1921 — a world record. Imagine the flash flooding.
On a less dramatic note, Ike also may spoil the social weekend for hundreds of thousands of Austinites. Start with the UT-Arkansas game, which is under consideration for postponement.
We are tracking the cancellation of social events, too. We know the John Hiatt show has been moved from The Backyard to the Austin Music Hall on Sunday. The Westlake High School game was moved up. Some much smaller events — backyard birthday parties really — also have been spiked.
If you hear of any, e-mail me. I’ll post here if there’s a social angle. Our publication’s master form for reporting cancellations will live here.
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Weeked Out: Early Start
In order to prep, you need Weekend Out on Tuesdays, not Thursdays. Here’s what we’re looking for Sept. 11-17.
Thursday: ABC Safari Auction Gala benefits Austin Children’s Shelter at the TDS Exotic Game Ranch; Out & Equal Workplace Summit Night of Austin Entertainment at the Austin Convention Center;” Give Peace a Chance” concert at Central Presbyterian Church
Friday: The Beauty of Life with Carson Kressley for Les Amis de Hospice Austin at the Renaissance Austin Hotel; Tribeza Fashion Show for Candlelight Ranch at Austin Music Hall; UT Alumni Pride Event at the Bullock Texas State History Museum; Out & Equal Workplace Summit Gala Awards Dinner at the Austin Convention Center; Restore Humanity Benefit with DJ Chicken George at Molotov LoungeSaturday: Artists Relations Group Reception with Alina Fernandez at the Plaza Lofts, UT vs. Arkansas at Royal Memorial Stadium; Rude Mech’s Oyster Club at The Plant, Fave’s Grand Opening Bash for W3LL; The UFO Experience with Jen Marchand at Beerland
Sunday: Austin Museum Day at various venues (who rented the party bus?); Puerto Rican Folkloric Dance Birthday Celebration at 701 Tillery St.; La Cage Goes Broadway at Oilcan Harry’s; New Milestones Benefit for Austin Travis County MHMR) at the Bullock Texas History Museum
Tuesday: Drambue Den at Pangaea
Wednesday: Grand Opening for Kozmetsky Center for Child Protection; Ann Richards School Birthday Bash; “August Moon” preview at Austin Studios Screening Room
Photo by Todd V. Wolfson
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Welcome to the hood, Dick Clark
Our little neighborhood — the SoCo side of Bouldin — proudly claims its Michael Hsu masterpiece, the tree-studded 04 Complex that includes stacked lofts, Mars, By George, Cissi’s Market, Kid Genius — and mid-rise parking. Now we can expect a complementary structure down the street by Hsu’s former employer, Dick Clark, who will design the project on the other side of South Congress Avenue with hotel, two restaurants, retail courtyard, room for Hey Cupcake! — and below-surface parking.SoCo and its utterly singular shops already magnetize tourists. If you’ve ever tried to book a room for out-of-town guests at the Hotel San Jose or Austin Motel, you know there’s a market for more. Bill Gurasich, co-owner of the Mansion at Judges’ Hill, is leading the way. (He was the missing link from previous reports about a hotel slotted for the parking lot owned by the Congress Avenue Baptist Church, which, I am forced to say, is pretty hideous, even for a Baptist church. Surely I’m not the first to point that out).
Neighbors rightly fear more encroachment into the quiet residential streets on either side of the SoCo strip. They remain on guard. But if there were ever a model for organic, indigenous retail development, South Congress Avenue is one. Let’s see, of the two or three national chains down there, one — Starbucks — has announced it’s leaving, which means 98 percent of the stuff is local. Of course, the angled parking is a nightmare, some sidewalks need urgent attention, and we’ll have to wait another 50 years to be included in any trolley plans after the light rail fiasco, but it’s glorious to walk the avenue every day.
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Losing Lance Armstrong
Selfishly, my first thought was: “I’m losing him.” When freshly minted Statesman entertainment editor Charles Ealy — often on the edge of information gathering — shot me an e-mail around this time yesterday with the tip that Lance Armstrong was thinking about a Tour de France comeback, I cringed: “Now the sportswriters will want him full-time.”
You see, since Austin’s No. 1 superstar quit the cycling field to lead cancer research fundraising, to run footraces and to date a procession of pretty ladies, we social columnists had him pretty much to ourselves. Sure, the health reporter might chime in about an anti-cancer project, or a political columnist might release the tired test balloon that Armstrong was considering a race for office, but they left us chattering snoopers the parties, the break-ups, the shop openings, etc.The second that VeloNews Interactive and ESPN.com released their preliminary reports — rumors really — sports writer Suzanne Halliburton and fitness writer Pamela LeBlanc had pounced on the item. As well they should. Halliburton, particularly, has been the premier Armstrong expert for a decade or so. And, by the end of the day, she’d also discovered that her guy was not yet confirming his return to the field, a daily double for her. (Today, Vanity Fair confirmed the rumor.)
My favorite news residue came from another editor, who read only a partial version of the breaking-news e-mail: “Lance Armstrong coming out …” before seeing “of retirement.” Now that would have been a headline for Out & About
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Sneak: ‘Burn After Reading’
We’d heard the best. We’d heard the worst. So we had to see for ourselves. Along with two dozen movie journalists and industry insiders, we previewed the Coen brothers’ “Burn After Reading” at the Alamo South on Monday.The formal reviews will come out later this week, but it’s definitely second-tier Coen — not nearly in the league of “No Country for Old Men,” “The Big Lebowski,” “Fargo” or “Miller’s Crossing.” Yet this quirky little spy thriller set on the fringes of official Washington D.C. kept me guessing and giggling to the end. Every few minutes, I whispered to my companions, “Where is this going?”
The loose threads are tied up neatly during an outrageous scene between a nervous CIA middleman played by David Rasche and his supercillious superior, brilliantly thrown away by J.K. Simmons. On a spectrum of playing with type to playing against type were Tilda Swinton (conventional cold B-word), John Malkovich (obscenity spewing brain), Frances McDormand (ditzy, sweet yet also fearless), George Clooney (a cad again, but at least clueless about it), Brad Pitt (playing a twink so twinky, he’s almost unrecognizable).
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Elaine Stritch & Matthew McConaughey, Part 3
See lower posts for first two parts…
Back on his old stomping grounds, Matthew McConaughey dived into Barton Springs, attended a lopsided Longhorn victory at the expanded Royal-Memorial Stadium, hung with Austin buddies and titillated admirers with his appearances at the Paramount premiere of “Surfer, Dude,” which he produced as well as starred in, and the after-party at the Belmont, where he kindly allowed his picture to be taken with fans, even though cameras were generally forbidden.
If there’s one thing the Bronze One knows, it’s how to chill. It’s not that his movie career has slowed down. Besides “Surfer, Dude,” which is unexpurgated McConaughey almost as much as “At Liberty” is all Stritch, his co-starring role in “Fool’s Gold” with every dude’s girlfriend, Kate Hudson, and his potent supporting turn in “Tropic Thunder” also appeared in 2008. “Hammer Down” and “The Ghosts of Girlfriends Past” are expected in 2009.McConaughey has worked pretty steadily since Richard Linklater’s “Daze and Confused” broadcast his core persona to wider audiences in 1993. Many a brash young movie star has faded before the 15-year mark. Not McConaughey. His prolific mixture of light comedies and fairly substantive dramas begs comparison with another native Texan and sometime Austinite, Dennis Quaid, also compared to Marlon Brando in his youth, although for different reasons. (And to round out the coincidences, Elaine Stritch actually dated Brando, until the former convent girl fled that Lothario’s apartment when he emerged from a back room in pajamas.)
Here’s the point: McConaughey is no slacker. Yet is he milking his looks and charm while reaching no higher than the lowest rungs of his talent potential? Ask people which of his roles they remember most, and they’ll say David Wooderson from “Dazed and Confused,” way back at the beginning of his career. Since then, he’s confounded his critics in “Amistad,” “A Time to Kill,” “Lone Star” and other movies, plus he was memorable in “Reign of Fire” with Christian Bale.
Yet will anyone care about McConaughey when, like Stritch, he’s 83?
I hope so. He’s a genial guy. And like Quaid, he’s been generous to his partly adopted city of Austin. Perhaps he won’t have to suffer, as Stritch did, to discover that it’s really all about the work.
Elaine Stritch & Matthew McConaughey, Part 2
When she was not performing her soul out for Austin Cabaret Theatre with a six-piece orchestra, Broadway legend Stritch walked obsessively in the West Campus area, dropped by Starbucks and Eddie V’s, guarded against those diabetic episodes that threaten her everyday peace, and peppered fans with argus-eyed questions about Austin.
But mostly, she worked. With the help of ACT host Stuart Moulton, she and musical director, Rob Bowman, sequestered themselves inside a University of Texas rehearsal room, where she labored over “Elaine Stritch at Liberty,” the career-and-personal-history show she has performed worldwide since 2002.Note that date. She has delivered the act hundreds of times since its inception as a collaborative project with The New Yorker critic John Lahr and director George C. Wolfe. In the two-part show, Stritch tells her own rollercoaster story and sings numbers she has performed thousands of times — the first she introduced during the revue “Angel in the Wings” — in 1948! So why the need to rehearse?
“She’s a perfectionist,” Moulton said during a post-show cool-down at Rain on Sunday. “Everything must be just right.”
That, and, as an artist, Stritch has continued to search for meaning in “At Liberty.” Songs, such as “The Ladies Who Lunch,” which she once performed with ferocious acidity, or “I’m Still Here,” which in other hands sounds almost like an anthem, she now delivers with potent helpings of vulnerability and mortality.
Austin audiences embraced Stritch and her still-robust Broadway belt with respect and affection, which Stritch returned in kind. (Moulton reports that she reserved the highest praise for them: “They get it. They get it!”)
Yes, we got it. And, into her ninth decade, Stritch’s star has never hung higher.
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Elaine Stritch & Matthew McConaughey, Part 1
Two major celebrities tarried in Austin last week.
One is 83, the other somewhat younger, 38, hauling around an even younger girlfriend, 24, and a newborn in tow.
One made her name on the stage, the other zoomed to stardom on the big screen.
One had never visited Austin before, the other once lived here, returned often after relocating to the West Coast, although his visits have been spaced fewer and farther between of late.
One performed a series of four 150-minute cabaret shows at the Mansion on Judge’s Hill while in town, the other made brief appearances before the press and public at the Paramount Theatre and the Belmont.
One was once known as a beauty, a wit and something of a lush, the other is known as a beauty, a charmer and something of a party dude.
One shrunk to mortal size once she left the stage, showing her age and disabilities, the other beamed with golden good health, clothed or half-clothed in public.
How Elaine Stritch and Matthew McConaughey responded to Austin and how Austin responded to these celebrities tells us something about all three.
More to come…
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Paddlefest at the Texas Rowing Center
Some fundraising events are still finding their way.
Paddlefest, which helps float the Texas River School’s efforts to bring outdoor living to kids without normal access to its wonders, is not one of the city’s biggest or most profitable affairs. But it’s got a lot of heart — and, now, a magical location. I’d never ventured out on the docks of the Texas Rowing Center, located across from Austin High School on upper Lady Bird Lake. At dusk, especially, it’s a bit of heaven, the sunset spiraling in reflections on the lake, a slight breeze passing across the waters and folks settling down for basic grub, local music and short ventures on the boats, including a non-boater-friendly raft.
Duncan McLaurin, Linda Overton, Matt Ritchie
Joe Kendall, one of the main men behind the school, told me that more than 4,000 children, normally terrified of the river because they don’t swim, have paddled up and down the lake, learning about its natural processes and, along the way, water safety. He’s planning campouts down below Longhorn dam, which should be even more challenging.
Linda Firestone, Erin Flynn
Anyway, the backers of Paddlefest, including board members Linda Firestone and Erin Flynn, expressed mild disappointment that the turnout was pretty thin on a September Saturday, but I assured them that their location was unmatched and that on a cooler Sunday later in the season, they’d likely draw more lake lovers.
Mickey Filpi, Cloe Justice
Then it was off to Antone’s to hear Jets Under Fire and, for starters, Beaux Loy, who has an amazing vocal instrument and made a bang-up starter for the Alpha Rev bill. Skipped the Rev this night to entertain brother Christopher and his wife Juliefrom Houston at Cru, where we shared a silky bottle of tempranillo and a very late supper. The Cru crew was extremely professional about staying open so late, too.
Texas 4000 Tribute Gala at the Four Seasons
In the course of an evening out, one fit athlete offered to get me out into the Hill Country on a bicycle, while another tried to lure me onto Lady Bird Lake in a kayak.
Joe Weismantel, Audrey Neville, Sarmed Rashid
Did they think that, just because I walked to their separate fundraising events along a multi-mile stretch of the hike and bike trail, that I could actually join something like the Texas 4000, a cycling road ride from Texas to Alaska to raise money to fight cancer?
Luci Baines Johnson, Nancy Brown
Hardly. Although the promise of adventure is tempting. The course is actually more than 4,500 miles and is billed the longest charity ride in the world. Hey, Alaska is my next intended road-trip frontier, so …
Stella Jang, Dane Edwards
The tribute gala dinner for Texas 4000 at the Four Seasons Hotel resembled any other posh affair at the incessantly busy lakeside retreat. (Spied at a wedding next door: Texas basketball legend Jody Conradt.) Tempting silent auction items were lined up for the cocktail reception, then the revelers took their seats in the ballroom for the hotel’s usual creative banquet fare.
Pratish Kanani, Olege Esenkov, Anju Kanani
We talked a some length with aspiring journalist Dane Edwards, also with Luci Baines Johnson, who sat with event chairwoman Nancy Brown and informed me about attempts to bring the world to the gradually more open-to-the-public LBJ Ranch, including a mass bike ride out there come spring. She’s been riding herself lately, by the way, and looks fit as a country fiddle and not a day over 40.
Kirk Furniture Preview Reception
Will Austinites buy a three-piece set of original Marcel Breuer chairs and side table for $35,000? Jeff Kirk is betting they will. (Actually, as he points out, had they been originals, they would have been $35,000, but the version he’s selling is only $10,000.) Yet he’s not betting the entire store — that would be Kirk Furniture on Guadalupe Street in the AMLI on Second building — Kirk also stocks various smaller pieces of art work, including palm-sized animal sculptures made from Buenos Aires subway tickets, priced at well under $35,000.
Andrew Lopez, Katha Busk
Austin’s style community flocked to Kirk’s pad for a preview reception, folks including interior-design superstar Joel Mozersky, architect Paul Bielamowicz (I didn’t know Austin’s Page Southerland Page had opened offices in Abu Dhabi, Doha and Kuwait!), Andrew Lopez for Marc English Design, Katha Burk from UT’s design program, Loft owners Kelly and Offir Schwartz … the list goes on.
Kelly and Offir Schwartz
Kirk has carefully planned this place, so I’m guessing he will survive the war zone of construction across the street where the W Hotel and Residences is currently a gaping hole in the ground. His shop is more modestly scaled than the St. Bernard sportswear store next door. And he’s hired staff from the pioneering downtown retailer Design Within Reach.
Jeff Kirk, Ashley Kirk
We ran into Kirk’s buddy, Texas Book Festival literary director Clay Smith — single again — who’s writing a story about income shortfalls at the Austin Gay & Lesbian International Film Festival for the Austin Chronicle. Smith is trying to get Kip and I to play a home version of “The Newlywed Game” — with all the incumbent double entendres — at his house, but I’m afraid Kip would need more than a martini to participate in that kind of humiliation.
Monza Lui, Stephanie Tsen, Melissa Lancaster
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L Style G Style at Momo’s
What would we do without all the parties thrown by local glossy publications? Earlier in the evening, we stole a peek at the Bel Air lofts thanks to Rare. Then it came time for my first set with Southern rocker Nakia during the L Style G Style issue launch at Momo’s. I’d admired Nakia’s soulful, good-time sound on recordings, but he also shakes things up with a full band onstage.
Chris Ruiz, Lindsey Barr
Publisher Alisa Weldon introduced the band, but also editor Chantal Outon — “the straight girl who tell about gay lives” — and her new strategic partner, Oliver Everette, whom I’ve now seen out four times in the space of a week or so. (The next night, our tables nearly touched at Austin Cabaret Theatre’s Elaine Stritch concert; he attended with partner and cabaret aficianado Craig Rancourt.)
Dawn Moore, Tish Phillips
We spoke at some length with Hotel San Jose visionary Liz Lambert about our ongoing Marfa connections, also with Edward Cruz about his life in Austin.
Steven Schnitz, Edward Cruz
As often happens at Momo’s, the crowd migrated to the patio, leaving the area near the stage a little lonely, but we circled back a few times to soak up Nakia’s tunes.
David Parson, Kevin Witcher
One of the most admirable things about L Style G Style is the way it so naturally mixes gay, lesbian and straight followers in one setting. That’s so Austin.
One more note.
Later that night, we caught Micky and the Motorcars at Antone’s. This bedrock band has all the makings of a breakout act. As always at Antone’s, we wished the vocalist’s mike was livelier, but the solid sonic architecture of MM will take them a long way. The crowd was young for such a rootsy act, a good sign. The older folks will discover them soon enough. Man oh man, this town is crawling with talent.
Rare Open House at Bel Air Phase II
I’ve been dying to see the interiors of the lofts at Bel Air, located on South Congress Avenue south of Ben White Boulevard across from Bob Cole’s Hill’s Cafe. We’d heard about the generous light, the stripped-down modernist finishes and the sturdy steel-and-concrete construction (contrast that with the balloon-wall skeletons of other such recent projects).
Jim Wang, Alex Lee
Plus, it just sounded like a cool place, close enough to downtown to attract urbanistas, but definitely Old South Austin in the way it borders the unimproved fringes of South Congress.
Amanda Brown, Rachel McDaniel, Kristy Freeman
So the Rare Magazine open house event gave me an excuse to check them out. I lingered in a three-story model with a vast rooftop deck and view of a (sad) little park to the north. Everything pointed vertically, with the excitement building as one ascended each stairway. I definitely could see living there, although it’s more matched to a single person’s needs and tastes. (No lack of closets, that’s for sure.)
Poisonberry, Sam Chang
I caught up with several revelers including roller derby gal Poisonberry and scoreboard operator Sam Chang, certainly a contrast in height and personality. Ms. Berry lives in my ‘hood and we discussed the advantages of lower property values south of Ben White.
Matt Mathias, Karen Kolb, Will Steakley
We also mixed with a clutch of beauties from Salon Blue, software developers and bartenders, DJs and journalists, plus Bel Air developer Matt Matthias, a buddy of retired Statesman columnist Mike Kelley. Matthias grew up in Austin and recognized the potential staying value of these lofts. He’s a thoughtful guy, not always the first phrase that comes to mind when discussing developers.
Catching up with Nina Seely at Botticelli’s
I didn’t really know Nina Seely. She didn’t really know me. Yet Nina illuminated so many social events last season — from small parties to big galas — we chose her, along with husband Frank, to represent the Style category in the 2008 Fortunate 500. The Ralph Lauren retailer — formerly in charge of the personal shopping service at Sak’s — never looked anything less than dazzling, and always stopped by for a short, substantive chat, no matter how busy she must have been. Never snooty. Always fun. Very Austin.
Anyway, Nina decided we should learn more about each other, so she invited me for a nibble at Botticelli’s on South Congress Avenue (she’s a personal fan of Chicago-born Andrew Botticelli, one of the brother-owners). We shared some crispy calamari and a slightly effervescent Italian white. We could have stayed all evening, but I had promised attendance at later events.Turns out, Nina and I spent chunks of our youths within bicycling distance of each other, me in Bellaire and West University, she in Ashton Oaks, just across the freeway from the Houston Galleria. She’s considerably younger, but she dated a Jebbie (from my alma mater, Strake Jesuit) while she attended Lee High School, where one of my closest friends, the late Mark Whistler, probably shared classes with her. We talked about the vast numbers of Houstonians and DFWers who have made Austin home because of an affinity to the native culture.
We gossiped a little — mais oui! — but we also talked about some of the causes that she champions. (Today, for instance, she’s backing the the Domain PlayBingo Shopping Extravaganza for Abused Children, which I’m afraid I won’t make.) Nina swears she’s cutting back on events this year, but don’t believe her. She and Frank are fixtures — in the best sense of the term — in the fashion, business and charity scenes. We’ll see them out.
Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 7
Vino Vino
4119 Guadalupe St., 462-9282, www.vinovinotx.com
Our first response to Vino Vino: Just like Manhattan, but with three times the elbow room. Located on the edge of Hyde Park, it’s ideally located for the myriad of social events orbiting the University of Texas campus. It absolutely establishes Upper Guadalupe as a pre-show destination.Wine buyer Josh Loving recommends house-cured gravlax with dill oil and dill cream cheese, served with a baguette, for a quick bite.
“With it, I’d pair a current staff favorite white by the glass, Mas Cal Demoura “L’Etincelle”, 2005,” Loving says. “It’s a vin de pays de L’Herault from the Languedoc that is an unusual blend of five different grapes — Chenin Blanc, Grenache Blanc, Roussane, Viognier and Muscat. It has refreshing acidity and minerals that would cut the richness of the salmon, and a honeyed-herbal quality to compliment the dill oil and cream cheese.”
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 6
Uncorked Tasting Room and Wine Bar
900 E. Seventh St., 524-2809, www.uncorkedtastingroom.com
Co-owner Ron Wight lures us to East Austin with steamed mussels in saffron tomato broth paired with a Spanish Albariño from Pazo Señorans.“This pairing was born from an amazing dining experience that Jill DiCuffa and I had while visiting the Rias Baixas wine region in Galicia, Spain,” Ron says. “We had a broiled seafood feast of (mostly) shellfish at this tiny little restaurant called Xeita that is literally on the beach with the sound of the waves and smell of the sea spray permeating through the restaurant. The seafood was fresh, rich and delicious prepared with Spanish spices, roasted garlic and no shortage of melted butter. We took the staff’s suggestion of local Albariño wine pairing.
“So, as I designed our menu with my chef, Patrick Deschner, I had to bring nuances of this meal into the fold. The mussels have a rich, buttery tomato broth accentuating the sweet flavor of this delicious shellfish along with the rich, spicy flavors and aromas of Saffron, a spice having very few peers worldwide. The Albariño’s bracing acidity cuts through the richness of the sauce and delivers beautiful citrus fruit, grassy notes and hints of sea spray in a way that might transport you to the cool Northwest coast of Spain if you close your eyes.”
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 5
Taste Select Wines
202 W. Cesar Chavez St., 478-2783, www.tasteselectwines.com
Despite the somewhat difficult parking and pedestrian approach to Taste, gourmands and oenephiles have found it and embraced it warmly. Taste really does radiate an Old World feel and, once the weather cools off and the construction heals, its sidewalk should be one of the sweetest pre-show spots downtown.Co-owner Ryan Mayces suggested the smoked ostrich buffalo mozzarella with Champagne grapes, micro greens and tomato viniagrette. The perfect match is a Chardonnay: JM Boillot Puligny-Montrachet ‘06 from Burgundy.
“When pairing food and wine, the goal is synergy and balance,” Mayces says. “On occasion, a pairing truly enhances the dining experience … this is certainly the case with this pairing. The creamy, delicate flavors from the mozzarella are enhanced by the acidity and apple and pear flavors in the wine. The house-smoked ostrich comes alive with the cleansing acidity and creamy texture of the Burgundy both combining to provide a lingering liquid mineral finish.”
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 4
Mulberry
360 Nueces St. 320-0297.
We instantly liked Mulberry — right across the street from the Austin Music Hall — but have heard some stray complaints about the cramped spaces, warm wine servings and noisy crowds. That hasn’t been our personal experience, especially given the intense little bites and carefully selected varietals on hand. In our view, owner Michael Polombo has planted a winner at the base of the 360 Tower.He suggested the coppa and gorgonzola crostini with honey, paired with either a red, Trere Vigna Sangiovese ‘06 from the Emilia Romagna region in Italy, or if you prefer a white, Terlano Müller-Thurgau ‘05, from Italy’s Alto-Adige.
“The smell of fresh thyme, along with coppa and gorgonzola set on crostini may elicit a sense that an Italian wine would match well,” Polombo says. “Our Trere Sangiovese matches perfectly. This wine is medium bodied, round and easy to drink, yet has enough fruit and structure to compliment the sweet and savory effect created by setting the crostinis on a drizzling of local honey.”
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 3
More pre-show noshes:
Crú: A Wine Bar
238 W. Second St. 472-9463; 11410 Century Oaks Terrace, 339-9463; www.cruawinebar.com
Cru was born in the West Village of Dallas, but it has come into its own here in Austin. Two upscale, uban-ish locations — Second Street District and the Domain — are always crammed with young professionals, sampling sippables while lounging inside and outside. Cru offer sharing plates, dinner entrees and cheese flights, as well as traditional crudites.Bradley McBride of the Second Street Cru incarnation says their most popular appetizer is the sesame-crusted ahi tuna, served with pickled red onions and set on a bed of cucumber relish, then drizzled with an orange soy glaze. “Served rare, it pairs well with our 2007 Neil Ellis Sauvignon Blanc from the Groenekloof Ward in the Darling Hills of South Africa,” McBride says.
South Africa, New Zealand and Argentina are producing big wine surprises this year, our various advisors say, along with Spain and southern Italy.
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 2
More pre-show noshes:
Cork & Company Wine Lounge
308 Congress Ave. 474-2675, www.corkandco.com
Wine instructor Jane Nichols pushes in our general direction the pecan-encrusted chevre drizzled with honey, then she pairs it with a 2004 Riesling, Domaine Bott-Geyl from Alsace, France. The Corkers serve it with fresh bread.
“Honey and chevre together have sweetness, saltiness, and acidity, the three main things that can make a food and wine pairing tricky,” says Nichols.
“But this appetizer also has everything a person needs to feel satisfied — rich creamy cheese, a zing of acidity from the lovable goats, just enough salt to make you thirsty and just enough sweetness to make you smile. The one perfect wine to hold up to all this hedonism is a Riesling with just a tough of sweetness. Riesling has an amazing ability to retain its bracing acidity, so it can hold up to the zing of the goat cheese.
“This wine’s tickle of sweetness will vanish when paired with the honey in the dish, and the salt-acidity combination will make the whole affair just to snap-crackle-pop.”
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Wine Bars: Pre-Show Noshes, Part 1
One appetizer. One glass of wine.
That’s the proven recipe for pre-show noshing in Austin. More food, more wine, and you’re likely to nod off during the first act, and you won’t revive until the fresh-air break at intermission.Austin is home to countless bars (no kidding, we lost count) and restaurants (think Wink) where a savory bite may be obtained — in a hurry, a factor given an 8 p.m. curtain. Meet your date at least an hour in advance, preferably at the bar itself, where service is quick and departure can be instantaneous. And, if you can, pick a spot within easy walking distance of the theater, club or concert hall.
That’s a breeze downtown, given the proliferation of wine bars ideally suited to such snacking. Now, we were sad to learn that one of our discoveries, Fuego, a tiled wine paradise near the Austin Convention Center, closed its doors almost as soon as it had opened (very softly). Also, we can’t wait for Vin to open its Fifth Street location. With the original Vin on Kerbey Lane under renovation as well, when can we get our next Vin boost?
With your pre-show nibbling in mind, we asked some of our other frequently tested wine bars to suggest a signature appetizer with the perfect wine pairing. Samples to come.
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Weekend Out: It Gets Serious
Brace yourselves. It may flirt with 100 degrees outside, but the fall social season — informal as well as formal — is in full swing. Here’s what Out & About wants to do this weekend:
Thursday: September/October 2008 L Style G Style Release Party with Nakia and Amy Cook at Momo’s; Micky and the Motorcars at Antone’s; Bel Air Phase II Grand Opening; Jazzy Jeff Back to School Party at Pangaea
Friday: Kirk Gallery Preview Party at AMLI on Second; “Elaine Stritch at Liberty’ for Austin Cabaret Theatre at Mansion on Judge’s Hill;
Saturday: Texas 4000 Tribute for Cancer at the Four Seasons; The Domain PlayBingo Shopping Extravaganza for Abused Children; Texas River School’s Paddlefest 2008 at the Texas Rowing Center on Lady Bird Lake; Alpha Rev, Jets Under Fire and Beaux Loy at Antone’s; Spicewood, Texas Volunteer Fire Department Demolition Derby; Milkshake’s Ninth Birthday with Little Mikey & the Soda Jerks at the Four Season HotelSunday: Kohana Coffee Premiere Public Tasting at Whole Foods; AGLIFF Closing Night Party at the Arthouse at the Jones Center; Ballet Austin Community Day of Dance at Butler Dance Education Center; C.K. Chin Birthday Party at Imperia
Monday: “The Mystique of the Archive” Opening Reception at the Ransom Center
Tuesday: Forty Frenzy by Sharon Mims and Steve Aubin for American Gateways at Speakeasy; “Kings of the Evening” premiere at the Galaxy Highland and Monarch Event Center
Wednesday: Anthropos Arts Happy Hour and Concert at the Belmont; (512) Brewing Kick Off Party at Zax Restaurant; Tribeza Style Week at Neiman Marcus with Mayor Will Wynn; Sneak Peek at Kozmetsky Center for Child Protection
Alpha Rev: Social Connectors
Social connection is one of the least understood qualities about live music.Any follower of an Austin band is linked to other followers of the same band, though they be strangers, through invisible threads of sensibility and experience. Put those followers in the same physical space, viscerally plugged into that musical act’s visual and aural wavelengths, and no dialog is necessary to weave those social threads together.
I’ve noticed that certain Austin acts — Alpha Rev, Jets Under Fire, Ghost of the Russian Empire, Ghostland Observatory, Pompeii, Explosions in the Sky —share some of the same connectors, as well as certain instrumental webbing. Alpha Rev is clearly the next band with a chance to break to a wider national audience, having just signed with Hollywood Records. A new CD is in the offing.
They play Saturday at Antone’s — once the preserver of Old Austin music, now the promoter of New Austin genres — with Jets Under Fire and Beaux Loy. Doors at 8 p.m.; show at 9 p.m.
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Review: ‘Surfer, Dude’
Matthew! Matt! Ma-te-o! Bro!
Or, as you’d slur it in “Surfer, Dude” with a sweet-potato-pie East Texas drawl, “braaaw!”
O mighty Bronze Idol of our New Bronze Age! We, your expanded posse, worship at your sandy, unshod feet. We adore your kouros-boy curls, Praxitelean torso and the “Discobolus” curve of your back.
Mr. Matthew McConaughey, you are not just the Sexiest Man Alive, but the Sexiest Man Alive Who Wants to Die During Sex.
Your blissed-out grin and Marlon Brando peepers blink out from the giant screen, from every “TMZ” episode and from every celebrity ’zine. (Congrats on your personal-best time in the Nike + Human Race! And on the mini-dude-in-waiting!)
Man, what a pal. You lent your stratospheric appeal to a formulaic beach movie directed by your Longview bud, S.R. Bindler, who previously made a mind-bending documentary — “Hands on a Hard Body.”
Now, Bindler’s cinematic clay is another hard body — the hard body of the post-“People” Era. And Bindler clearly knows what he’s doing: You are framed — in all your “California Dreamin’” glory — in virtually every shot, inviting the audience to drool over your bodacious six pack, your naked “bongo nights” backside and your surfing-suited crouch.
You may not have been a beach bum before making this movie, but it will be impossible to shake that image now. Think how long it took Sean Penn to escape Jeff Spicoli. Expect 21 more years of red carpets before winning that Oscar.
For “Surfer, Dude” you even brought along two of your Austin braaaws — Woody Harrelson and Willie Nelson — studiously blowing on the movie’s ubiquitous weed. (If they handed out Academy Awards for convincing consumption of cannabis …)
Perhaps unwittingly, “Surfer, Dude” is a big, wet kiss blown — with a sexy wink — in the general direction of the good, clean 1960s beach movies, those that sported such improbable plot devices as, oh, say, a reality-show mogul trying to force a pure-hearted surfer into a commercial enterprise he despises.
There’s not much actual surfing here, though we see some virtual-reality surfing sessions. Nobody embarrasses themselves, least of all you, who may now reclaim your shirt.
Yet there’s a reason this review runs to almost 400 words and is addressed to you, you, only you. The movie’s a monument to your transcendent humpiness — despite the smattering of topless women, a la “Girls Gone Wild,” in party scenes — and the unblemished, unfiltered, unaltered pleasure you take in life.
Awesome, Dude!
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Green Carpet: ‘Surfer, Dude’
Enough Obamamania. On Wednesday, Austinites witnessed McConaugheysteria.
The Dude
Fans and press melted underneath the Paramount Theatre marquee for two hours before Matthew McConaughey finally waved goodbye to the crowd assembled for the Austin Film Society premiere of “Surfer, Dude.” When he did abandon the “green carpet” — a play on the movie’s frequent references to varieties of grass — screeches erupted in the lobby and uniformed officers were called in to part the sweaty masses.
Camila Alves
Dude No. 1 was gracious with his idolaters, as were his colleagues from the beach movie about a surfer who won’t bend his gifts to rank commercialism. Some, like Austin-era bud Woody Harrelson, spent the past week in town, hitting old haunts like Barton Springs (where McConaughey was whistled for diving in the wrong zone).
K.D. Aubert
His director and pal from Longview days, S.R. Bindler (“Hands on a Hard Body”), shared a suite with McConaughey for the Longhorns game on Saturday, as well as a trip to the field during halftime.
S.R. Bindler and wife, whose name I missed (help!)
“I’ve been to many games,” Bindler said. “But I had no idea the full spectacle.”
Zachary Knighton
Cast members such as K.D. Aubert (“Buffy the Vampire Slayer”), Jeffrey Nording (“Dirt”), Todd Stashwick (“The Riches”) and Zachary Knighton (“The Hitcher”) shared their favorite Austin barbecue stops (Stubb’s, Iron Works) and small Texas towns (Marfa was mentioned more than once).
Todd Stashwick
“I haven’t been here in 12 years,” said Nording, who plays another bemused villain in “Surfer, Dude.” “It’s tripled in height. I still recognize some things, but what happened?”
Jeffrey Nording
Hey, I skipped the after-party at the Belmont, which I’m sure floated above the Earth, but what with the movie — see my review in this space Thursday morning — and the green carpet, all I could visualize was Mangia pizza and the last bits of the RNC convention.
Your A-List: Best Athlete with Local Ties
The ballot for Best Athlete with Local Ties could have expanded by leaps and bounds — and laps — given all the current, former and almost Longhorns on the U.S. Olympic team. Gosh, there was Aaron Piersol, Brendan Hansen, Ian Crocker, Garrett Weber-Gale, Troy Dumais, Laura Wilkinson, Cat Osterman, Eric Shanteau, Kirsty Coventry — more than 30, once you include coaches such as Eddie Reese and Gail Goestenkors.But there’s room for only one sports superstar in Austin and that’s Lance Armstrong, who won 31 percent of the vote for Best Athlete with Local Ties in the A-List poll. He’s mostly running now, but the seven-time Tour de France cycling winner is hard to beat, when you consider his historic accomplishments and global philanthropy — not to mention headline-grabbing social exploits.
In the end, though, this is Texas and football rules. Of the other athletes receiving votes, six are — or were — football players, five of those appearing in Burnt Orange — Earl Campbell (26 percent), Vince Young (23 percent), Colt McCoy (3 percent), Major Applewhite (3 percent) and Ricky Williams (2 percent).
One, Drew Brees, played high school ball here, only to move up to Purdue University and the NFL. That leaves softball pitching machine Osterman (6 percent), tennis pro Andy Roddick (3 percent) and roundball prodigy Kevin Durant (1 percent). Maybe if Andy wins the U.S. Open again, he’ll move up in the ranks!
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Your A-List: Best BBQ
A few months ago, Texas Monthly caused quite a stir by naming a joint in tiny Lexington — open only few a few hours on Saturdays — as the best barbecue in Texas. The morning that Eugene Sepulveda and I went out to try it, the line stretched around the building and included a pair who had flown in from the Bay Area to sample the divinities. We went home empty-handed, since Snow’s BBQ could not keep up with the demand.Only few purists can get to Snow’s by 8 a.m. Instead, convenience, volume and gregarious ambiance surely played parts in County Line’s win in the A-List poll for by BBQ in Austin. No matter the location, it’s certainly a full-body experience, from the singular views to the mounds of mouth-watering meats and sides shared by ever larger groups of noisy followers.
If the CL won 33 percent of the vote, comparatively small and old-fashioned Artz Rib House, with its sole location on South Lamar Boulevard and authentic musical sounds, came in a respectable second with 19 percent. Not far behind at 18 percent was Salt Lick, which includes the magical setting in Driftwood, plus a planned one in Round Rock (the Davenport Village edition faded away).
Rudy’s — not Ruby’s, the campus-area fave (thanks to our reader for catching that) — with multiple locations took 8 percent, while famed Kreuz Market in Lockhart pulled in 7 percent. Trailing at less than six percent were Cooper’s, Iron Works, Smitty’s, Stubb’s and Green Mesquite.
Come to think of it, what happened to Mann’s Smokehouse up on U.S. 183 and Lambert’s Downtown, which TM also had high on its list, plus other famous marts in Luling, Elgin and Lockhart? Voters?
Write-ins: Black’s, Buster’s, Chisholm Trail, Luling City Market, Opie’s, Taylor Cafe
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Fuse Box Fusion
I’m a firm believer in the proposition that, if you can put four or five thoughtful people around a table with a problem — and perhaps some food or drink — they can come up with a fresh solution within an hour. This time, the people in question were theatrical producer and new-form festival founder Ron Berry, business professor and playwright/performer Steven Tomlinson, arts editor and theater artist Robert Faires and philanthropist/activist Amy Rudy. (And me, but you knew that.)
The question: How to better include entertainment journalists in the Fuse Box Festival conversation. Berry’s fest has broken so many barriers in the past few years, between audiences and artists, between geographical separated innovators, etc., that it already has sparked interest in other creative capitals (and rave local reviews). The producer, who also works with multimedia companies in town, had yet to discover, nevertheless, how to include writers who traditionally arrive once a project is completed and write — usually reviews — for an audience that, for the most part, has not seen the art.Almost immediately, the coffee discussion at La Tazza Fresca on Guadalupe Street struck out in promising new directions regarding a workshop connected to the fest. We generally agreed that traditional entertainment journalism was on the decline and that it must evolve — in terms of delivery media, form, content, readership, target disciplines — to remain a part of the larger artistic process. We also felt that Fuse Box could attract alert writers/entrepreneurs who could delve into the art-making process as witnesses, contribute exercises that could be turned into art and help audiences, artists and philanthropists write about their experiences.
I’m fairly certain something substantive will come from the short session, including a path for entertainment journalists of the future, who must face the evaporation of traditional jobs and genres, while adapting to exciting new ways to respond to art.
AGLIFF Review 4: ‘Ciao’
“Ciao”
1 star
Some bizarre kink in the universe sent me two interlocked movies in the same week: “Ciao,” which plays the Austin Gay and Lesbian International Film Festival this week, and “The Books of John,” which does not. Each begins with the sudden death of a gay man. Each follows that man’s surviving relation (best friend, partner) as they deal with the gaping loss and then — here’s where the coincidence gets creepy — with a stranger whose relationship with the deceased develops inextricably from mystery to intimacy between the newcomer and the survivor.The parallels just keep on rolling. The two movies are set in American regional centers without particularly distinct cultures (Dallas, Atlanta), and then introduce comparatively exotic elements (from Italy, Alabama). Both are paced exceedingly slow, which only exacerbates the Coke-flat talents of most of the actors.
Sustained somberness, irrational outbursts of emotion and unexpected intimacies are, of course, perfectly natural responses to death. Yet the makers of these movies are not budding Bergmans. One wants to respect their serious intentions, but the results just don’t merit our trust. Death does not become them.
“Ciao” plays the Austin Gay and Lesbian International Film Festival 2:30 p.m. Saturday tat the Alamo Ritz.
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Lance Armstrong to salute Olympian on Oprah?
Boise, Idaho’s KTVB.com is reporting that Lance Armstrong has taped a tribute to Olympic cyclist Kristin Armstrong — not to be confused with his ex-wife and runner/writer/speaker by the same name — that will air on Oprah’s “Welcome Home Celebration” for the U.S. team on Monday. Michael Phelps, Nastia Luikin and Kobe Bryant are expected to among the gold-medal stars to soak up the adoration on Oprah’s season opener. The station landed the tip when Oprah’s producers requested B-tape of K. Armstrong’s homecoming fiesta in Boise.AGLIFF Review 3: ‘Like a Virgin’
“Like a Virgin”
3 stars
Improbably, “Like a Virgin” is an inspirational sports movie to its very core. Behold the eccentric wrestling coach, the ragtag team of losers, the underdog setting, the tantalizing prospect of the big contest. Only this time, the protagonist who leads the team to redemption is a chubby Korean boy without obvious athletic skills and an unconventional reason for seeking gold — he’ll use his winnings to secure a sex change.You read that right. All those trappings of the traditional sports movie lead to a low-key, quirky comedy set amid the grit of an industrial South Korean port. The sweetness of the boy’s self-discovery is tempered by a tear-stained family drama, but all is redeemed when he is able to employ his hidden wrestling skills to affect transformation into a Korean approximation of his idol, Madonna.
Screenwriters Lee Hae-yeong and Lee Hae-jun lay the tender trap sensitively and saucer-eyed young Ryu Deok-hwan sells every little unexpected twist in the protagonist’s personality. It’s a bit frightening to think how this project might have floundered with a less adept artistic team. One or two notes played too loud or too long, and the whole thing might have crumbled.
“Like a Virgin” plays the Austin Gay and Lesbian International Film Festival 8 p.m. Sept. 5 at Alamo Ritz.
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Longhorns & More at Doc’s Motorworks
Socially speaking, football season means stadiums that hold almost 100,000 fans, tailgate parties that occupy dozens of downtown blocks and game-watching gatherings in dens outfitted with TV screens that would make the IMAX makers envious. Also sports bars.
Terry Pogue, Debbie Hildebrand
Doc’s Motorworks — the original on South Congress Avenue — is not a sports bar, technically, and its site, open to the western sun, argues against prime television viewing. Yet early on, sports fans flocked to this authentic-feeling road-house/bar/diner, ingeniously carved out of an automotive repair shop.
Greg Highberger, Brenda Highberger, Jessica Gilliland, A.J. Crockett
Prior to Saturday’s game, we considered joining the record-breaking crowd at Royal-Memorial, but, with my heart condition, 100-degree heat index at the top of the western tier is not a good way to spend an August late afternoon, not to mention the sweaty walk from whichever distant parking spot.
So, instead I toddled down to Doc’s and immediately met some fascinating folks. “We’re Longhorns for the day,” said quality control inspector Greg Highberger and court reporter Brenda Highberger, who’d normally root for the University of Kansas or Kansas State University, being from the Sunflower State and all. “The selection of sports bars in Wellsville, Kan. is limited,” added Brenda about her burg outside Kansas City.
Ted Rodriguez, Shana Rodriguez
“We’d watch it at home if it weren’t on pay-per-view,” said U.S. Army reservist A.J. Crockett, who shared with purchasing administrator Jessica Gilliland an appreciation for the vocal energy at sports bars. “Here, it’s in between going to the game and watching it at home,” A.J. said.
“It’s fun to be in a crowd tailgating, but we live literally 10 steps away,” said Akins High School teacher Shana Rodriguez. “And it’s hard to get tickets,” said Akins football coach Ted Rodriguez, who was also celebrating his team’s first win of the season.
Amy T. (traveling incognito), Patrick Dunphy
Patrick Dunphy, who works in the mortgage business, doesn’t like the noise and crowd inside Doc’s, so he gravitates to the unofficial employee table outside. “It’s a nice environment,” he says. “And some good-looking people come here as well.” (Soon, Dunphy was surrounded by four or five toothsome employees.)
The flip-flopped and summer-whited fans were still trickling in at 6:30 p.m., long after the 6 p.m. kickoff, catching up on the game narrative with strangers. Austin Fire Department Lieutenant Terry Pogue and his companion, Debbie Hildebrand from Killeen, had visited the Continental Club to savor the guitar genius of Redd Volkaert before the game. Pogue knew Doc’s would be jumping, “especially when Texas is winning.”
Actually, the crowd was pretty subdued, almost distracted until the Longhorns made an interception in the end zone. After that, every spectacular play by Colt McCoy and crew jolted the viewers into communal joy. So a bit like being at the game. But with beer.
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Frederic Bourdin: The Texas Connection
Evan Smith must be kicking himself purple for missing a chance at the Frederic Bourdin story for his Texas Monthly. David Grann’s compelling article about “The Chameleon,” an adult who impersonated adolescents, peels away narrative layers as easily and pungently as a ripe onion. The tale, told in the Aug. 11 & 18 issue of The New Yorker, starts and ends in Bourdin’s native France, but a good chunk takes place in San Antonio and a “desolate wooded area” called Spring Branch, 35 miles north of SA, just south of Texas 306 on U.S. 281. There, Bourdin impersonated a lost teen, Nicholas Barclay, despite the fact that Barclay was blond, tattooed, American and many years younger than the Algerian Frenchman. People will believe what they want to believe, especially if they hide motives of their own, as did Barclay’s mother and half-brother. Thanks to Goeff West for recommending the article, which really could have landed in Smith’s TM, where so many similar true-crime stories have been told.On a completely different subject, we keep hearing rumors that editor Smith is being recruited by a major American newspaper on the East Coast. Of course, we want the best for Smith, who has been a loyal friend to Austin and Texas, but we’d also miss his and Julia’s presence on the local scene, where the pair are invested in so many crucial causes.
Photograph by Francois-Marie Banier for The New Yorker.
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