While San Anto High Schools were breaking bones on the gridiron, the other futbol was being played, hidden in full light in the middle of crackertown in an odd enclave of SA municipality known as Olmos Basin. No taco trucks were found though I have seen their cousin there, the raspa/candy truck, but that doesn't do it for me, at least not then.
What follows is something between pornography and a Frederick Wiseman documentary, in other words, very few words and cold, hard documentation...
At the ever popular Beethoven, the bar/organization/singing choir rediscovered its roots for their own Oktoberfest.
And then a call went out.
A challenge was raised. A hero was needed. Like the birth of the Arthurian legend, only one person could possibly fulfull the legacy of drinking the half-gallon stein.
Hope, but then failure.
She broke through the ranks and stole the stein at the last second. The crowd went crazy. But she too failed...
Cries of "tap it off" were heard. The stein was revunated for the next challenger.
The search continued.
But even he couldn't seize history. The energy dropped. Oompah loompahers returned to their instruments.
But out of nowhere...
...an unlikely hero.
And the accordion played on?
Raw chalk porn/observational documentation to follow.
I turned around to notice this monster truck had broken through the barrier, possibly fueled on their own jet fuel. Kids, chalk, high energy performance drinks - the holy trinity.
School kids everywhere totally getting in to the zone. Good times.
After several attempts and forced handshakes, I still wouldn't buy his television.
Robby Muller's cinematography in Paris Texas was based on exactly this dialectical lighting scheme - magic hour sentimentality confronted with harsh phony fluorescence. The film - a primer on early 80s postmodernism.
Moth!fight! At first the band from Revenge of the Nerds, then the Partridge Family on speed-cut acid, then hints of Camper Van Beetoven reunion, then just an amazing band. A revelation. Their controlled chaos was epic.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...
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