SMASHANDGRAB goes to Austin, Texas!

From the cold, grey, and littered streets of Broadway, Smashandgrab2000 found itself in Austin for the South by Southwest Music Festival. Customary to its Brooklyn ways, it was nothing short of debauchery. A lot of confused, aimless walking around, with little or no music listening. In other words, scumlife. Nevertheless, it was a success. A good break from the grime, rats, the cold, and subway rides. I saw trees, the sun, and birds. One story buildings, streets with no sidewalks, and many highways. Met cool people, and as always saw random shit, only available in Austin, and presented for your viewing pleasure. The drawbacks? No public transport, and no cheap chinese food restuarants. So long General Tso's chicken. Thanks to the Music Gym and crew for the drinks and hospitality.

Trees, sun, and a river. Ain't that something.


I lied about the not seeing music. I did make it out to the Kanye and Talib show, though I must say, Kanye is wack. Go back to Disney world, you teenage hip popper.

I did stumble into this little piece of Brooklyn though. Word up to the Broadway n Marcy Crew.

And as usual, no weapons on the bus allowed. It appears all it takes is a sticker on a public bus to ensure our safety. If we had them stickers on our bus, I'd leave my gun at home.

I was also very surprised to see this fairy got away, and was fluttering quite freely. Come on texas, what do we have you for? Nice Troy/Bradd Pitts sandles you got there, butterfly.

And this is how the clean portapotties in Texas. Since no back alleys-behind-the-dumpsters or in-between-cars-when you see no headlights exist.

And this is a little gecko I caught. Its the simple things in life that make me happy.

No trip to texas would be complete without a bull skull. Especially one used as a garden decoration. Where you get yer garden at? Cause I don't got one.

Judging from the sun, trees, beautiful home, and lack of the elevated subway line, this mos def is not the Myrtle and Broadway intersection.

Now this lil critter here smells like an opossum cut in two.

Sundried Roadkill. THAT we don't get here. I stepped on a rat a few weeks ago on the G train platform, but couldn't step hard enough to kill it before it ran away. So that doesn't count.

My buddys backyard. I forgot backyard existed. But look at that! Trees and lawn chairs.


Dead Bats. Smaller and less dirty than dead rats.