Hoodlum City

Filthy huns that breed like rats are headed south. Listen for the roar of hot rods. You will hear it in the distance like thunder. And then, wafting in on the breeze, will come the scent of dried blood, motor oil, and human grease… The noise will grow louder and then they will appear, on the north horizon of I-35, eyes bugged and bloodshot, foam on the lips, chewing some rooty smuggled in from a foreign jungle… they will ravish your women, loot your liquor stores and humiliate your mayor on a bench on South Congress.

An adaptation of sorts from Hunter S. Thompson. The Round Up is on fellas… Hot rods are everywhere and even from the distance of Dripping Springs, I can hear the occasional rev here and there. Austin is typically known as a bit of a hippy town, but for this weekend it becomes Hoodlum City, our city.

If you are in town for the show, be sure to stop by the booth and shoot the shit with us. You can find time in between High School Caesar, Jade Idol, and Dale Watson can’t ya? We thought ya could… See ya then.

If you aren’t in town for the show, pitty ya. I’m sure there will be plenty of real time coverage on the H.A.M.B. though, so don’t kill yourself too much over it. You might also want to keep an eye on my notes from the road.

I’ll write at ya Monday.

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