Neither the loudest nor bossiest person in a room, Glenn Scott (1948-2018) did manage to buzz with the most energy. I met her in 2017 when she was already undergoing chemotherapy for the cancer that would kill her; still, she was seemingly everywhere the Democratic Socialists of America (DSA) organized
Quick programming note: thank you for reading The Austin Tadarida this year. I hope to publish more art and writing from other contributors in 2026, and I'm currently working on a couple of other pieces for this blog. 2025 has been difficult, with both of my parents spending
Open mics have a deserved reputation of primarily hosting guitar-plucking, folkster singer-songwriters — a classic pairing which I expect to continue even as the folkies and/or guitars become half-robot. But a few months ago a friend invited me to an open mic at Captain Quack’s, and we witnessed one
As of today, the government has been shut down for twenty-two days. Who shut down the government? We are told, twice on the same page, that “democrats have shut down the government.” Who are the democrats? Nothing but a flickering fluorescent lamp equivalent of a political party — out of power
"Don’t bother — it’s not worth it." A grinning but clearly agitated British man softly stormed out of the Equipment Room, "an intimate space that houses one of Austin’s most special record collections played on custom vintage hi-fi equipment" below Hotel Magdalena on the
The human desire to explore the unseen tends to swell when reality itself grows more dismal. Case in point: The American Spiritualist movement of the Victorian Era, which posited that spirits exist and are distinct from matter, was fueled by the country’s grief over a rising Civil War death
On March 8th, Lady Gaga will play the Moody Center. Tickets start as “low” as almost 300 dollars, and go up exponentially from there — row 5 tickets are almost 9,600 dollars. While the experience of seeing Gaga is surely an arresting visual and auditory spectacle, one imagines even her
On Bluesky earlier this month, cartoonist and illustrator Mattie Lubchansky wrote: a thing i simply cannot get over, as The Media collapses for i think the 5th time in my adult life, is what the fuck business the people who own these publications think they are in. shouldn’t the
Do you have a niche interest that you won’t shut up about, and occasionally manage to shoehorn mentions of — whether it’s the history of water-slide disasters, or worm taxonomy — into unrelated conversations or short periods of silence? If the answer is yes, I suggest you commit to your
As my 19th summer in Texas approached, I started dreading the inevitable heat earlier than usual. Each year, I considered options such as visiting my family in New York City during peak tourist season, getting a movie theater pass to watch every new release, or picking up a new hobby
With every big, booming song gifted to us from The Beach Boys — from “California Girls” to “Sail On, Sailor” — you’ll find a leafy cousin, a condensed, sleepier mini-symphony like the hula ballad “Little Pad,” or, earlier, “The Warmth of the Sun.” One constant, however muted, is the presence of
Complaining about the New York Times is an unvanquishable media pastime, but ultimately as useful as slingshotting rocks at a zeppelin. The volley might annoy the crew and result in a few light directional changes, but if the whole overstuffed galoot finally takes a nosedive it will be due to