October 21, 2006.
My dear cousin Kelly had the patience to stay up unitl 1 am to let us into her house in Kileen, TX. Who knew west Texas was so huge? AND she had a big test the next morning. Thank you soooo much.

We played at a huge and very busy coffeehouse in Austin, called Mozart's coffee roasters. Under the tree, by the lake, out on the deck, I think I had a definitive first experience. While I was singing, a spider flew by and hung off of my nose. I held down the bass line while my right hand lifted it up and ushered it on a new flight in the swift breeze. Also, the leaves thet fell from the tree were falling onto Ji's snare and adding audible pops to the percussion. After Ji wowed a caffeine and computer riddled audience with his triangle-in -the-mouth maneuver, we packed up shop and headed to an authentic Austin country and western bar for cervesa. Brad led us to Donn's Depot, and Silvia, Bob, Kelly, Ji and I willingly followed. The dancers in their cowboy hats, silver belts, and tight jeans, were so smooth they appeared to be rotating above the floor on pegs circumnavigating an eliptical track. Then a crazy dip would happen and we knew they were real. Meanwhile the musicians kept on truckin' without breaking a sweat. So long, Austin.