Well, Well, Well. There's Royalty in Rosanky. (And Other Places To Sleep)

You know, I never woulda believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes. I mean, who the heck would think a cow pasture that used to be called Snake Prairie would also be home to high-falutin' types? Royalty, even?


Apparently, Karrie Sue's decided that deep down inside, she's a princess. Oh, pardon me, that's Principessa, per the Plucky Purveyor of Pulchritude. That oughta serve her well as she spends the next coupla weeks parading through the Tent City known as Kerrville Folk Festival. How much you wanna bet she can feel a pebble under her sleeping bag, just like Real Royalty? Watch that tent spike juttin' out there, princess!


So y'all c'mon down on June 25th not only to witness the sights and sounds of central Texas' finest -- Austin's Vermeers and San Antonio's Bluebucks -- but to gaze upon the visage of Her Royal Highness Karrie Sue, Principessa di Rosanky. She'll be holding court, no doubt, with her minion aka Otis lyin faithfully by her side. And a mint julep scepter.


"Somebody bring me a crown, dammit!"

OH, speaking of royalty -- we'd like to suggest that you, Our Guests, deserve only the finest in accomodations while you're gracing us out here with your presence. So we had Junior cook up this List of Places To Stay, you know, in case you have one too many of those Pearls or if you just wanna hunker down with your honey after being serenaded by the bands.


Y'all come!

That would the Principessa's guitar laying there on the porch.

Wait -- Go Get Your Mama. She Ain't Ever Gonna Believe This...

We tried to get a shot with the little feet stickin outta its mouth,
but it was too wide. Or long. Somethin.

We were just hangin' out on the porch watchin' that fat ol' rat snake wolf down his breakfast when we heard back from one of the bands that aims to play out in the pasture on June 25th.


All we did was ask a simple, "What kinda music y'all play?" the other day.


So here't comes. This is what they said. Shook us up a little, enough to make us almost forget not to step on the snake while we pulled the dog away from it.


Ready?


I'm tellin' ya, you ain't never heard of this...

The Vermeers are...

altnoirfolkadelic.

I am not making that up. I swear that's what they said. I swear.

Austinites. So weird...

Otisserie Chicken, doin some serious watch-doggin.