Be Cool

"Yolanda, I thought you were gonna be cool. When you yell at me, it makes me nervous. When I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers get accidentally shot."

So, I’ve found recently there are really only two ways to “be cool” in Austin.

A) You have to be writing/producing/filming/casting a ‘film’. Not a movie. OH NO! Movies are those things Hollywood puts out. Hollywood is a bad word. If you don’t do it like Kevin Smith did Clerks…you aren’t making a cool enough movie. However, it seems that local bloggers and other cool seekers are obsessed with the fact that Quentin Tarantino/Robert Rodriguez are shooting a "Grindhouse" flick here in beautiful Austin.

B) You must be in some sort of band. Either play by yourself on the street corner with a hat full of tarnished dimes, or have a weekly gig at the Lucky Lounge every Tuesday night at 11. You obviously don’t care enough about your music if you don’t wake up in a puddle of cum just thinking about playing at Waterloo Records. Also, the only act you don’t know all the words to that’s playing ACL this year is the Palm Elementary School choir.

So, I’ve resigned myself to un-coolness. Unless of course some film/band is in need of a classically trained flautist. ;)