Posted by mcorcoran on April 14, 2012
It’s been going around in various comments sections (the enemy of culture) that I was fired from the Austin Chronicle because I wrote a review of a show I didn’t attend. That’s untrue. I wasn’t fired. (And the other part’s not true, either. I did write a review of Hootie and the Blowfish after three songs once, but it was raining.)
Secondly, I never said I hated Austin or that I’m sick of it and want to live elsewhere. Everybody’s gotta twist everything around.
And advancing age (I’m 56) has nothing to do with “Welcome To Mediocre, Texas.” I felt the same way about Austin when I arrived in 1984. It’s paradise. And to most people here that’s enough.
“The little town with the big head,” is how my roommate, the tattoo artist Michael Malone, summed up the attitude. “The little town with the big guest list” is what I added when I did a big seven-page spread on Austin music for Spin in 1986. “The New Sincerity” was the headline, after the indie rock scene based in such clubs as the Beach and the (Mark and J-Net) Continental.
“The New Sincerity” was meant as a gentle slap at such bands as Zeitgeist, the Wild Seeds and True Believers, but rather than slap back, the scene embraced the insult. Austin had a good sense of humor about itself.