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Hello. My name is Bill Baird and all my stuff resides in Austin, TX but I travel around a lot. Austin feels more like home than most places, what with all the nice, creative people residing there and the nice places to swim and the strong coffee, but it's still smack dab in the middle of Texas, which is a strange place to live for somebody who questions what they're told. In Texas, it starts from birth, with all the Texan myths drilled into you non-stop. When you're told that Davy Crockett rose from the dead on the third day from that closet in the Alamo, you cannot question this fact.
I had to remove myself from all that baloney, so I don't feel particularly Texan. But yes, my stuff still resides in Austin, which feels like a little oasis in a very large sea of folks who still consider Texas a wild frontier. Errrr, hate to break it to you folks, but Texas ceased being a frontier, oh, let me see, about 150 years ago. Now it's just crammed full of folks who imagine a three-patty hamburger somehow equates to a sense of grandeur. Or at least something innately Texan.
Not to sound too bitter. Can't help it. I do love Texas for its best qualities: the big open spaces, the cheap beer, and Governor Good-Hair who provides plenty of fodder for both laughter and teeth-gnashing groans.
I make art of all kinds. I mostly make music but have also produced albums for others, painted, made videos, taken photographs, written long bits of prose and poetry, and stood around doing nothing. That last bit, there's a true art to that. Especially standing around doing nothing and looking incredibly busy. Learned that temping in an accountant's office.
I am a lover of the outdoors and have taken month-long camping trips in Alaska, Wyoming and shorter trips in Mexico, New Mexico, Canada, Oregon, Washington, Montana, whew. Yikes. Many places. I'm an Eagle Scout (whoopty!) which means something to some people but mostly to me it's just a way of realizing how much a man is capable of forgetting. I think I used to know dozens of knots and the heimlich manuever and how to bake a cake using a Dutch oven. Now I tie everything using the shoelace knot, I watch people choke, and I eat Oreos straight out of the package. Oh yeah, graduated from NOLS too. Got ghiardia on that course, which I would not recommend.
I'm a lover of hot springs and cold springs too. I've even swam in that gross irrigation canal that stretches across California's spine. It smelled funny but I just held my nose and jumped in.
I've had all sorts of strange jobs for all varieties of pay. Worked for a moving company in Alaska, drove the kiddie train in Zilker Park, got fired from Texas Monthly for setting the copy machine on fire, valet parked cars at Dave and Buster's for exactly one day, got fired from Domino's Pizza for eating an order (but not before delivering a pizza to Michael Bolton), got fired from Austin's Pizza for attempting to start a recycling program, got fired from a temp job in an accountant's office for calling Creed's music "dogshit," did two stints as a telemarketer (quitting both times in an existential fit), and, most recently, been working at The Texas School for the Blind and Visually Impaired, working with kids. It's pretty inspiring work.
I love folk music and drone music. Psych music too. Weird music. Normal music. Incidental music. I once took a friend to LaMonte Young's "Dream House," which he described thusly... "this must be like Guantanemo feels like." And I loved it! Oh well.
This website attempts to contain my many strains of thought. It is, of course, incomplete. But it's an attempt, and a decent one at that.
My next big project is called "The Origin of Sound." It will document my journey to India and exploration of the concept Nada Brahma ("the world is sound").
I would love to hear from you. Flattered that you're reading this to begin with.