For the longest time, we wondered when Austin would start talking in earnest. Yeah, sure he was saying things like no, Mommy, Daddy, milk-ah, and bahffles, but when would sentences start streaming out of his mouth? Somewhere along the way he decided that singing was more important than waxing prophetic about things like his diaper and his blanket. So now, we often hear the strains of "A-B-C-D-E-F-G..." and "Happy Birthday" coming from his lips. Sometimes it's just nonsensical lyrics being belted into the most readily available microphone, because you know, every good artist needs a mic. The photo above captured Austin as he was hanging with the folks in the lawn seats in between sets at the River Glen Amphitheater. He likes to keep it real, and mix with the people who got him where he is today. Yes, that's a fuchsia and teal iCarly microphone. One of the roadies left his Heavy Metal Mater microphone back at the studio. You know that guy won't make the cut for the 2012 tour.
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