Gold rush funeral home meets Tamale House. What if your great-great-uncle died while you were watching Deadwood, and later, as his favorite bluegrass band plays the wake and drinks bathtub gin inside while his widow can finally acknowledge the true love of her life, a bajo sexto player and his mariachi band play on the patio outside while his cousin serves homemade tamales from the Airstream by which the now-unburdened couple plans to escape shortly after the funeral services? You, by the way, are the thick-haired hipster in skinny jeans texting under the peeling, harlot-house wallpaper in a dark corner, waiting for Gerard Cosloy's DJ set to start.
Information is power. Support the free press, so we can support Austin. Support the Chronicle