Only in Austin could there be a funeral service for booze. Sparks, the much-maligned yet shamelessly consumed bright orange caffeinated alcoholic beverage, has finally kicked the bucket.
What? I thought that throat-burning sensation was natural! The newly renovated Red 7 is holding a wake tomorrow night, with ex-Sound Exchange employees spinning tunes (including the Chronicle‘s own Mark Fagan, who will be publicly mourning the death of Sparkleberries), plus sets from Black Panda, Comanche Abortion, the No No No Hopes, Camp X-Ray, and many more.
Come pour some out. Or all of it.
This article appears in January 23 • 2009.