Steve Cross
Check out the slideshows for more photos: White Denim; Brazos & ATR.
We walked into The Basement Monday night expecting what would surely be a healthy turnout for a double dose of Pitchfork-approved, Austin-based indie rock. What we got was a quarter-full room of obvious fans--an intimate and comfortable treat for them (and us), but maybe not so much for the bands, though they didn't necessarily play like the show was under-attended. We showed up a little too late to catch local op
If you're one of the few people who actually paid for records in 2009, then you likely paid for them at Grimey's New & Preloved Music--Nashville's favorite record shop. If there's one group of geeks in this town who trump us with their music knowledge, then it's easily the staff at this beloved local establishment. Hell, Doyle Davis probably knows more about Guided by Voices than Mr. Miyagi knows about karate--Bee Thousand is the crane kick of indie-rock, BTW. This morning, Grimey's "indi
So, as Tracy mentioned yesterday, I am a South by Southwest virgin. Just this morning, I didn't know my Emo's from a hole in the ground. And now, well ... I'm still kind of trying to figure out just where in the hell I am. But I can tell you what I've already gleaned: These days, SXSW ostensibly seems to be more about boozin', shmoozin' and acquiring free shit than it is about music. Right now, Austin is so inundated with seemingly likeminded, buzz-savvy bloggers, shutterbugs, "it" girls
