Found some oldies but goodies

From my stub hoard.

October 21, 1991.  The now-defunct Liberty Lunch from my Austin days.  Good night!  I am so thankful to have met the kind of people in my youth that set me on the proper audio path; Away from the mainstream, brainrotting crud.  Especially my friend Pete, who was all on about some band called Nirvana in a magical, faraway place called Seattle, and then my college boyfriend Eric, who was a complete freak for all things SubPop.

Monday, Nirvana.  Friday, Bob Dylan.  Excellent week.

Then.


Liberty Lunch in 2007 (Google image)

NOW (picture from Google maps- it's currently a shopping center with a watch store and ladies clothes.  Blech.  Tearing down cultural landmarks is a stab in the heart.

The anniversary of being from Nowhere

February 20 marks my official anniversary of moving to the Pacific Northwest.  It's been fifteen years.  This also means that I've pretty much spent an equal amount of time here, compared to other cities that I've lived in long-term (Houston, Austin), and much more time than others (Portland, Chicago). 

This is why I don't feel like I'm "from" anywhere anymore.  (I grew up in Houston, but I fantasized about leaving there since I was ten years old.)

I'm a nowhere girl.  I can't figure out whether this gives me positive or negative emotions.  But it does align with my dilettante tendencies. 

Also, I realized that I've been painting mandalas in one form or another for 13 years now.  How about that.  I actually found a hobby besides music to stick with.  Go me.