Sun. March 16th, '09

Lent my friend, Alex Gonzalez, pieces of my kit for his production today. Always glad to give my friends a helping hand.
Zapped over to the Convention Center to pick up the SXSW press pass for the Film Fest. Found an easy parking space, was in and out of there in 15 minutes. Now we’re talking...
Snagged the Mad Mexican off the street, had Eggs Benedict at The Woodland’s brunch, brought Bela a piece of sausage and cheese grits. Love the Benedict here! No hollandaise from a can, either!!
Mad Mex signs up for Travis Heights living. Problems may have just been solved. Took him on an errand, dropped him off back at the Convention Center.
Line too long at Amy’s ice Cream, Ben and Jerry’s is closed (for good at this locale) so I hit the well known Naus Enfield Drug Store for the first time and hit them up for a thick chocolate shake. They deliver!
Ride with Mary Lyn, Randy Weeks, and Rick Poss to a gig at The Mucky Duck in Houston. Racuous crowd, lotsa rain, but great service all the way around. Radio station has a spunky, fat-bottomed gal (yay!) there to take care of us, showing us to our well-stocked hospitality room. Scarfed down some of their indescribably good Shepherd’s Pie (the real deal neal) served by yet another friendly, leggy lass assigned to us.
Threw down on stage, despite a blinding yellow light and no monitors to speak of. Asses be movin’!
Great conversation all the way home. Ate a Payday.
Bela and I were both thrilled to see one another. We both snored. Happy contented snores.

Sat. March 15th, '09

Hopped over to Boo’s to put the finishing touches to “Belony Canampra: A Trilogy in Arf Minor”, my and Bela's opera. We did a bit more work than I’d planned, but all mix notes that’d been stuck in my head for some time got done. Sounds otherworldly. Amazing that me and my dog would collaborate on a song! Hard to believe...
Managed to scoot by Enchiladas Y Mas, where an infamous family recipe for tex-mex enchiladas holds court. Place was seriously bustling. I got lucky, seated almost immediately, and yeah, the Comida Regular was slammin’!
Went over to Billy Harvey’s crib and listened to Duckee’s new recordings on his boom box. Boy did a masterful job. Tracks sound great, lotsa personality in a subdued framework. Art, plain and simple. Happy to have taken part in these sessions. Came home, listened to it on headphones. Even better.

Friday March 14th, '09

I sat in Darwin Smith’s home studio, the walls oyster shell blue, the windowsill egg shell cream, and outside were some green bushes with fiery red leaves covering the top of the hedge. The effect was lving in a painting.
By phone I spoke with a friend I’m madly in love with. She’s enroute from New Orleans to Austin for the SXSW film festival and I’m thrilled, Our conversation is so easy, so natural. I love hearing her voice, her thought patterns. She is divine.
I had a vermicelli bowl from Hai Ky for lunch. My mouth was sparkling from the basil, cilantro, cucumber, mint, fresh lettuce, grilled chicken and egg rolls, drizzled in hot chiles and Sriracha. I could live on this dish. I’m energized!
Performed with The Scruffy Chillens at Hole in the Wall. Always big fat grooves. No artifice. Just great songs and players listening to one another.
Dropping my drums at Boos he gave me a bite of some potato gnocci slathered in a garlic cream sauce he’d cooked. Damn good!!
I listened to a friend, Michael O’Neill's recording. He and I cut the basic tracks by ourselves a few months back at Willie Nelson’s place, Pedernales Studios, and so glad we did as our work perfectly described how the songs should feel and sound, and the end results were imminently satisfying.
In homage to my depression era mom, I snackd on mayo on wheat saltines w. chunks of maple ham. Baked potato and vino rosa, too. Yum!

A New Day

Now that I'm linking this blog to my website, www.donywynn.com. I'm changing tack. For more regular type blogging, check out Dony Wynn on Facebook. Here I'm only going to tell the beautiful things I encounter each day that move me, inspire me, a stop and smell the roses kinda deal... Yeah, like that. -wdw2