It came a gully washer in North Texas today. It rained so hard that the windshield wipers seemed ornamental. They did not seem to serve any real purpose. Speaking of hard rain and flooding down in Texas, I got to thinking about one time when Martina and I were in Austin early in the week and went to dinner with our ol' buddy Brent. After we ate, we happened by the Continental Club, and it turned out that Jimmie Vaughan was playing upstairs in the gallery.
So we hung out and heard this Texas legend playing with the late Frosty Smith on drums, who I remember from his Soulhat days at the long-lost Black Cat. About an hour or so into the set, it began to rain, and you could see it falling beyond the big window with its stellar view of the Austin skyline. About that time, the band started playing "The Sky is Crying." The room, which holds about fifty people, was mesmerized. I could hardly believe our luck that day.
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