I listen to all sorts of music. But in high school punk, ska and new wave dominated my, ahem, Discman. Though in the time I’ve spent raising kids and avoiding sixth street, I have seriously missed out on the offerings of the Flamingo Cantina. And I could have gone right ahead not knowing what a cool dive this was if I hadn’t been assigned to cover it as part of an eight-venue assignment in Austin, Texas. So in the last few weeks I have had the privilege to document live music venues which have survived at least sixteen years. Sixteen years in this fickle music city. That says something. Flamingo Cantina, I came for the pictures, I’ll be back for the music.