5:14 Local Time, Austin.
The weather is a balmy 70-something, my son and I are ensconced on the 5th floor of a Doubletree, overlooking a Spanish-ish courtyard. The room door is open, birds are chirping, a fountain is splashing, we're mellowly digesting a killer Gulf coast seafood meal from Papadeaux. (The waiter described one dish as a "lapdance for your tongue.")
Hotel courtyard from our balcony...
Is it safe to say all is well?
It's safe to say that all is well!
But not for Joe. Joe missed his plane, and took another two hours later. Poor ol' Joe!
We made our plane just fine, and oddly enough it turned out to be a bigger transportation appliance than the Indy-Houston model. But I should have known: we're talking TEXAS here.
Waiting for us on the ground was the rest of the FMIC-Gretsch crew for this event: Gretsch artist relations guy Jason Herndon, Fender artist relations guy Mark Webber, and FMIC swagmaster Tim Thiele (who's here with mountains of Gretsch garb & collectibles to tempt the rockin' kats & kittens).
Jason is a drawling long-haired southerner, originally from Alabama, who works out of Nashville. Mark is originally from California, and now works from here in Austin; Tim flew in from Scottsdale (on the same plane Joe was supPOSED to be on).
Over late lunch, we heard some of each other's stories, how we came to the same place at the same time for two nights of rockabilly in a classic American music town. All guitarists, all with a love for the music, roundabout paths to bring it all together.
Mark and Jason have headed back to the airport to collect Joe and a rental van. Later tonight we load the van with the backline gear for the festival (amps and a Gretsch drumkit).
But before that, it turns out we have down-front seats (and maybe backstage access) for ZZ Top at The Back Yard, a 8-10k venue north of town. Rosie Flores is opening.
It's not part of the Texas Rockabilly Revival per se...but it ain't bad!
And did I mention the Doubletree gives out fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies with room keys?
In OTHER words...so far so good, and the good stuff hasn't even started yet.
And mom and dad always told me this rock & roll stuff wouldn't last.