Last week I was at One Pig, a aural trace of a pigs life from the comforts of the farm to my fork. The very same day I had just returned from Wales, where we celebrated by slicing up our first samples of our hams. Timely? I have been a fan of Herbert for at… [Read more…]
Americana: when you hear this word you’d be forgiven for thinking of rootsy, earthy and possibly ever-so-slightly chintzy American ‘stuff’. I’d never heard it used solely in the context of music as a genre but that might be because I’m a Limey, and wouldn’t have had reason to. Anyways, we were introduced to this style… [Read more…]
Elvis is all around this part of town. Like a lot of the urban America that we’ve already passed through, you need to endure miles of strip malls before you get to the actual town centre. America doesn’t go up… it goes wide.
The sound of Mississippi is loose and slow. It stomps and hollers, and it hides in tumbledown little shacks. And when you hear it, you put two big pieces of the story of music together: without this, there would be no rock ‘n roll, no r’n'b.
Release the bats, originally uploaded by fatfoodtaxi. We made it to the river in time to watch Austin’s bat population take to the air in search of tasty insect snacks. It kind of made us hungry, so we left and went in search of something less arthropodic for ourselves… and found some tasty plates in… [Read more…]
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December 22, 2011 by Eliza
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