[Regarding “Playback: Trailer Space Closing October 31
,” Music, Oct. 16]: This story is good news wrapped in a teary snot rag: East Side Pies to expand out of shoe box and into a space that can fit and feed several humans at once. And more importantly, the fetid "retail" outlet of Trailer Space (since 2007!) will cease to exist. Trailer Space makes Waterloo look like Neiman Marcus. Frankly it's amazing that a record store/dump that rarely, if ever, advertised in the Chronicle
is being eulogized so completely and thoroughly, but that speaks to the power of nostalgia, I guess. It's also amazing that anything founded in 2007 attracted a following, as that is the year Austin stopped being cool. And the risk of even greater "loss" to the "community" keeps on coming. The Chronicle
is currently subsidized by a music fest that drives most locals out of town – maybe the extra "dough" from the ads East Side Pies will surely place will help out? Of course it won't. Just as all your precious stuff is just clutter that someone else will throw away after you die, the places we love and the people who go there (and the papers we read online) are similarly doomed for the trash pile. It's sweet on its face to see the memorializing of the Austin music scene that is currently circling the drain with zero hope of not being replaced by condos, but one has to wonder: Why does the Chronicle
bother? The writing is on the wall – or IS a wall, being constructed by a huge fucking crane, that everyone can see as it blocks out the sun. Spot was right to quit. Why can't more people be like Spot and get out while the getting is good? This isn't Tiananmen Square, relax and let the tanks roll over you. Resistance is futile. I for one welcome our new, slightly larger East Side Pies overlords, for as long as they wave and until they are replaced with condos.
Also, fuck Anthony Bourdain for ever filming in Trailer Space. It's probably that hambone's fault that Spot decided to quit. It's the Bourdain-condo curse. We are powerless in its thrall.