Friday dawned hot in Texas. Big-time hot. High-of-92-degrees hot. Our first show of the day was a quick stop at the Next Big Nashville shindig to see Caitlin Rose. She wowed as usual—even if that first beer went down a little rough. Jason Moon Wilkins put on a chill party in a great venue, and we hear it got pretty packed later in the day.
Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? Har Mar Superstar in action
The past two days here in Austin have been a sloppy, sun-soaked whirlwind of booze, noise and the hot hot heat. The conditions out here are brutal, my friends. The sidewalks are unforgiving, the lines are long, and the heat is relentless. Much like an alcoholic parent, our benevolent sun may be the source of all life, but it also has a knack for making you wish you were dead. This brutal bastard has left his calling card directly on my face in the form of a bright-red burn that gets called to my attention by someone at least every five minutes. That cheesy novelty hit from the late '90s may be annoying and forgettable, but its lesson is no less valuable: Always wear sunscreen, folks.
The above quote is from my pal James, when he was explaining why he wouldn't be making the trek to Austin this spring. I've been repeating it to myself while in a Theraflu-induced stupor. It's not making me feel better. I wish I was healthy and I wish I was at a rock show in the Lone Star state. I'd also really like a taco, but that's another story.
In order to relieve the drudgery of another partly cloudy day on the cube-farm I have compiled a list of ultra-awesome (or, at least, better than boring) things for you to peruse:
- Jex Toth. James and his wife Jessica have a metal band, a super-heavy psychedelic-doom band. Plus they live in Murfreesboro, which has been running low on good bands lately.
- Death Metal Puppy. See video above...with all this metal nonsense, I am starting to sound like Matt Sullivan. Ewww.
- The Great Man-Glue-For-Bonaroo Hoax of '08. Damn kids these days...
- The Triumph Of Bullshit. I think the title speaks for itself.
- Chris Crofton's Exploding Nipple. You might hate the band, but you cannot deny Chris Crofton's fiery sex appeal.
- And best of all, BIBLE FIGHT!!!!
I'd also like to conduct an informal poll: Where did you get your booze when you were underage and what did you drink? Is it safe to assume that Cream readers were the type of kids who paid homeless people to buy them cases of Wild Irish Rose?
Yesterday I hit the jackpot. Big-time. OK, let me tell you how it all went down.
I awoke with the dawn and slaved over a transcendent blog post, then headed down to Sixth Street to start my day. There were a bunch of shows that looked promising, including The Onion AV Club Party and a mysterious NPR show that you needed an invite to attend, and that I didn't think I had a shot in hell of getting into.
So, I'm strolling along, head buried in a list of potential daytime parties when I happened upon this sight. It’s a line. A big line…
So Stabert and I have noticed that everywhere we go, we see Richie Kirkpatrick from Ghostfinger—not the actual dude, but throngs of his look-alikes. Yesterday alone, I saw four of them at Emo's while catching Constantines, Shout Out Louds and Tokyo Police Club. Then last night, on the way to see Jens Lekman, we saw two more of these wry, mustache-sporting, sometimes-bandanna-wearing dark-haired dudes with charisma. We're compiling snapshots for a full report.
On the show front, Tokyo Police Club were playing The Onion AV Club party, which was drenched in indie rockers from all walks of life. That is to say, there were indie rockers who like Tokyo Police Club, and indie rockers who like the Shout Out Louds. TPC, who said they were taking the stage at Emo's for the third time, were just as energetic as when I'd seen them the previous year at SXSW, but the drummer dropped the old timing ball and kept lagging behind the whole show this time. It actually kinda blew a little bit. But the songs are terrific, spastic little doses of jangly post-punk, and I think it was just an off show for them. They'd occasionally bring it back with a hand-clapping audience of accomplices, but whenever the drums were marching terribly to their own beat, I just had to look away.
It was a continuous 13-hour drive that ended around 10 a.m. when we finally rolled into Austin, bloodshot and incredibly road-weary. We sought refuge in the welcoming and hospitable patio of the Spider House Cafe still suffering the effects of highway hypnosis/Red Bull psychosis, the antidote for which I decided was several pints of modestly priced, locally brewed Lone Star beer. There's a chance I was hallucinating, but I'm pretty sure Christopher Mintz-Plasse - a.k.a. McLovin from Superbad - was sitting at the table across from me.
Is that the ghost of George Harrison, sporting a floor-length dashiki, at the Infinity Cat party at Local Honey? (Photo by John Brassil.)
Blind Faith: Underappreciated Blind Melon return with a new frontman.
Good Times: Be Your Own Pet soften up without slowing down.
What's Wrong With This Picture?: Van Morrison’s first album of new material in two years is a record of soul music that flashes too little of it.
In The Spin: The Muggabears, Sisters, Wizardz, De Novo Dahl, Selmanaires, Explorers Club and more.
Our Critics' Picks: Kronos Quartet, Kenny & Amanda Smith Band, Foreigner, Ani DiFranco, The Death Set, Mike Farris and more.
Scenecast Episode 123 goes green this week with long-distance dedications to St. Patrick from Candy Apple & The Buddies, Kronos Quartet, Ani DiFranco, Foreigner, Dan Paisley & Southern Grass, Drive-By Truckers, Justin Thompson, Mike Farris, The Deathset, Mandisa, The Fisk Jubilee, Pico vs. Island Trees, N*E*R*D, Tim O'Brien, Blitzen Trapper, Donnie Fritts.
Last night was my first-ever night of SXSW, or as it shall now be dubbed: The Night of a Thousand Beers.
Highlights: A quirky, endearing set by The Blow, the burrito I ate while sitting on a curb and the 15 minutes of R.E.M. that I caught.
Worst overheard comment:
Scene: The Blow at Emo's. The participants: two dudetastic dudes (T-shirts, vintage sneakers, plastic glasses).
Dude One: This isn't, um, really what I expected.
Dude Two: Yeah, she seems a little out of it. Maybe she's drunk?
Dude One: No, I mean, I thought she'd be hotter.
Today offers a plethora of goodies, so I better get moving. Check out my pictures from yesterday, after the jump.
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