I've had a long on-going love/hate relationship with The Hole. Some smart guy once said, ""The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function."
Well I must be pretty intelligent then, because when I think of the Hole in the Wall I think two things at the same time:
1. I hate the Hole in the Wall
2. I love the Hole in the Wall
Let me try to explain. I used to get paid at The Hole. I was working for a masonry company as a hodman, and if we got paid on time, it was in cash at my boss's regular Friday table at The Hole.
So here I am a 20 year old college drop out, getting paid weekly in cash at a bar. To top that, there were these evil women there that adored my Adonis looking co-worker, and knew very well that he/we got paid in cash every Friday. So after a few months (yeah months, I never said I was a smart man) of blowing a week's worth of work, Fridays at The Hole, my goal became getting the hell out of The hole as quickly as possible.
But I would always return, some time later in the week. The music was just too good. The drinks just too cheap.
There used to be great words of wisdom written on the bathroom walls. "No matter how good looking she is, someone somewhere is sick of her shit." Plus my favorite written on the condom machine, "This gum tastes like rubber." "Go home dad your drunk," written under "Your Mom sucks blankty blank!" Hey they are cliches now, but you have to read them somewhere first for them to become cliches. I read them first at The Hole.
For the most part, even through multiple owners, some great, some not so good, it has always been about the music at the Hole in the Wall. I cannot count the number of bands I've seen there, some great, some not so good. Some, however, were just wonderful, and constitute some of my favorite musical memories.
Way back in Aught-one, I went back to school at UT, to finish my degree. I would pop over after class and work and sit in the window at The Hole and study. Ole Brooks, would mix me a mean Gin and Tonic in the summer, and even nicer whiskey and nothing in the winter. I would just read and watch the people go by on the drag. When the music started around 7pm at the Hole, I'd wander down to the Showdown and finish reading. The tiny kitchen behind the bar used to make this wonderful sandwich, "The Reality." It was a chicken fried steak sandwich with Jalapenos. It was wonderful.
They used to have "STUDENT TOWNIE MIXERS" hysterical.
I met one of my all time favorite people there, "C" who was a waitress at The Hole, and later a bartender, then a bartender at my Showdown. She's good people. So was "N" who I miss.
The Hole went through some tough times, changes in ownership, a period when it was closed, a pizza period. I'm glad it has stayed around though. I don't make it there much anymore, usually we just pop up from the Showdown for little drinks.
To quote from a friend and a Hole institurion:
"The stress of life and love that I want to leave behind
The little things in life are what I do enjoy
The problem is that to take them I must stay employed
Little Drinks, Oh Little Drinks
How I love you so"
The Hole has a little edge, it may not be for everyone, and people are there to drink. There can be an unsavory crowd at times as well, and when unsavory people drink, unsavory things can happen, and have. Not really to me, but to some of my friends. Hence some of the hate.
I think under this relatively new management, the Hole may survive. I hope it does, it is an Austin, and a Live Music institution. Go see it soon. (They have food until midnight, and parking is hard - it is near campus, so take the bus or a cab, probably better anyways.) read more