I caught the Metro 73 bus down University Boulevard last week to Rice Cinema because the Jandek documentary was being shown. A grand total of 5 were there for it – 90 minutes of interviews by people trying to explain the “cult” that is Jandek – a mysterious Houstonian native who has produced just over an album a year of excrutiatingly unlistenable music since 1978 to the present day. I had suspected that I was ripe to become a fan of this man that has only given one interview to a music journalist (in 1985) and who has taken great pains to remain anonymous. One journalist described the overwhelming majority of Jandek fans as being more into the mystery of the situation than the music. Another claimed that he would be really disappointed if Jandek turned out to be Joe Schmo who had a wife and a couple of kids, and who worked at the local garage. Many described the first time they heard another person singing in a Jandek song (album 12?) as one of “relief that he at least had one friend in the world”. Such is the lonely desolate world of Jandek. I walked out loving the movie, but unlikely to buy a CD anytime soon. I meant to make mention of Creamer and Soggy Biscuits. Both seem unbelievably common in Texas. In a state where the amount of food choices are unbelieveable, I can only conclude that THERE IS NO DAIRY INDUSTRY HERE. And what’s with the soft, stale biscuit thing – perfectly good choc-chip biscuits that sag in your hand. And to finish off my rant – whats so hard about sugar? They have 5 different coffee types in the office and 4 different sweeteners but none of the real stuff. Not even the white guff, let alone Raw.