The dense air made it hard to breathe during any physical exercise, but honestly we were born here. To quote Bane, "You merely adopted the humidity, I was born into it. Molded by it. Do you think you know pain batm-"
Okay, maybe not that intense, but the humidity can get quite steamy! We had recently discovered a local artist that created atmospheric sounds. He was a scientist by day, and multi-talented Montrose sound musician by night. He was from the valley but made Houston his local home space for the time being. Within a house off Montrose and West Gray, we interviewed FLCON FCKER. The man who made ethereal sounds with techno machines that hypnotized couples to make out and bang in the corner.
After the interview, we made sure to grab a slice of super dope pizza from Pinks down the street on West Gray. Pinks would continue to grow into different pockets of Montrose, Heights and East End but man let me tell you. The cheese is banging and the spicy wings remind why life is worth living. Not to mention the artwork by local artist Carlos Hernandez is mesmerizing. The pinks pizza pizza boxes scream individuality. The pizza boxes were light years ahead of the Pizza Hut and Dominos I grew up with. Growing up in the suburbs I had never seen local Houston artists represented within local business ventures... it was always chains. We would later interview Carlos at a 2012 Day of the Dead event at Cactus Music.
For a time the world was accessible, close-knit... impactful. As I bit into the last bite of pinks pizza pizza crust, I thought "God almighty I wish this moment would last forever." but as the sun set (as it always does) the afternoon cooled and we went back to our abodes... waitng for the next time we could pick up a slice of local pie.