The Beaumont’s invited the Hickoids out to play their Sunday brunch at Riley’s last Sunday. The place was packed considering how fucking hot and humid it was. Summer has finally come to Central Texas.
Wild Bill was up when I got there. They were killing it. But I stayed inside, the swamp cooler made it a little nicer than the world outside.
We went up, plated for about an hour. It was a sweat fest but pretty fun. At one point were doing the medley and during the break at the end of “Butfuck Junction” a train whistle blew thirty yards from where we were playing. Surreal.
Beaumont’s went up last. I was fried and sat inside near the door facing the stage. I made it three tunes and headed home.
Old man was whipped.
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