[from Austin TX] Everything was so Austin. The bar was shitty but with upscale food. The bartenders were gorgeous with their long locks parted in the middle – their lack of untatooed arm skin – their metal tanks – and their glazed disinterested eyes. The huge sprawling backyard space with picnic tables, seats around firepits, standard tables – dogs, pot, cigarettes, beer, beer, beer. And the band was described as “woke” outlaw country – although I take some umbrage to the idea that outlaw country wasn’t always woke. They had a Supersuckers look and did devolve into more tuneless rock. They were mostly a cover band – Texas Tornadoes (“Don’t Let Me Die in Waco”) – Feddy Bender. We’re going to spell out gentrification, hegemony, coded racism – and then they did.
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