Last night I ate the most absurd brownie. It came from a coffee bar at which I played a gig. I was a little unsure of this gig, considering that it was a coffee bar, not a bar bar, but they sell way more beer and have a much larger variety of beers than they either sell or have a variety of coffees, so I couldn't figure out why, when they had a totally cool building at their disposal, they didn't open a totally bitchin' bar. BAR bar. They'd save a lot of money on lighting.
Anyway, I saw this fat, solitary, obviously-small-business-that-totally-deserves-my-respect-and-uses-such-a-delicious-amount-of-real-butter brownie in the case and asked the price, and the guy working said something like, "aw, go ahead and take it; you played tonight." I kinda still get off a little bit at the even minuscule amount of privilege that being a musician gets me. I also got two free Dogfish frosties (great über-hoppy beer that reminds me a lot of the TAIX Pale Ale back home) and all the Lone Star I wanted for free. Fortunately for them, I only ever want two of the "national beers of Texas" a night at the most. Now, I'm no beer snob, but that is a terrible beer. But... it is a beer I will drink when I really want a beer.
I'm going to briefly and adequately describe this brownie to you. No nuts, no chocolate chips, just an insane brownie. Imagine that a magical baker had fashioned a delightfully delicate box out of seven layers of the crust of a chocolate creme brulee, then filled it with fudge that had been softly and seductively aerated with a golden, diamond-encrusted whisk, wielded by hundreds of the cutest little floating fat people. That was this brownie. Man, was I glad I had picked up some milk a couple days ago.
All that to say, yes, I do still love playing rock 'n' roll, no matter how much money I lose on it, how sore my body is getting, and how few people care about what I'm doing. Because every once in a while, I still get a free brownie.
This bit of baked heaven brought to you by Quack's Neighborhood Bakery, Austin.
