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.