In the old 'hood . . .
My favorite place was the garden room, just off the master bedroom. No curtains in the bedroom, just a lush gorgeous shower of coral vine that made curtains absolutely superfluous, save in January and February, when it froze back. Bath had a huge, walk-in, room-sized shower with walls of glass brick and a floor paved with black river stones. Huge windows in the bedroom, old elementary school roll-up windows . . . okay, enough: I meant to drool on about the garden room: out the bedroom door, into the room, paved with big limestone flagstones. A hand-crafted stone bench, and then at the south end was a two-story tower, open to the sky. The walls of the circular tower were "paved" with wine bottles that had been cut in half, to create a glorious stained glass effect. The piece de resistance: at the base of the tower was a hot tub. Could lie in the tub at night (or anytime, of course) and sometimes see the moon through the open top.
Nuff said, nuff ruminating. This ain't really all about that stuff, anyway.
One of the many cool things about Zilker was the fact that it seemed to be a haven for Austin musicians. I have no clue whether Carolyn Wonderland actually lives there now or not, but I like to think that she probably got lured in with the others below.
Marcia Ball. Marcia lived a couple streets over, big sprawling old cottage, lots of good trees. I used to walk by with Thunderheart AKA Mr. Handsome, my gorgeous red bullmastiff - and did he ever know he was gorgeous. He sure weren't no poodle.
Lou Ann Barton. Never saw LAB in the neighborhood, but she lived only four or five houses down on Kinney. Simple house, quiet, had to wonder if the girl was even in there.
Jimmie Vaughan, big brother of Stevie Ray (I have a student at the Instituto whose parents named him after Stevie Ray), lived about four streets over, right on the big bluff that overlooked Zilker Park and the famed Barton Springs pool. JV could probably have rigged up a giant rope swing or zip line and dropped right on into the BSP.
Alejandro Escovedo. AE lived just around the corner, one street over, notorious for his early morning rooster - the scourge of the woman who lived in the house just behind mine. Many was the time I'd hear her screaming in her back yard, "Shut that f-ing rooster up!!!" Rooster never really woke me up, but she sure did. I had always assumed that Alejandro was the son/nephew of Santana percussionists Pete and Coke, but the WikiFolks have him as their brother. Jury's still out on that one.
Harold McMillan. Harold lived in an apartment down the street. He and I went all the back to social work grad school at UT; spent a summer together wandering around central Texas, north and east of Austin, as part of a needs-based survey group. Had some good times camping at Fort Fisher in Waco, of all places. HM left the social work program after his first year, went on to get a master's in another program, but more importantly, started, in the parking lot of a west Austin liquor store, the Clarksville Jazz and Arts Festival - still going strong now as the Austin Jazz and Arts Festival, pulling in some great musicians through the years - McCoy Tyner, Roy Hargrove, Jimmy Smith, and several members of the Marsalis familia. I saw awesome sets with Nicholas Payton and Jason Marsalis at the historic eastside Victory Grill.
Carolyn Wonderland. CW's new to the pantheon and, as I say, I ain't got no idea where she be livin' in Austin; her bio sez she that when she first moved from native Houston to Music Mecca, she lived in her van for a couple of years. (Down under the pecan trees in Shady Grove?) Girl's definitely got the groove: great chops, great growly blues voice.
Sis Deville. Found these folks, while falling into Wonderland. CW's one of them. Fun stuff, too. Surely one of them's in the Zilker 'hood.
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