SXSW Report: Thou art Jaded (and surprisingly loose)!
I spent yesterday evening avoiding a drunken stupor (successfully, I might add) and caught some bands. I've decided that without a wristband you can brave SXSW, but it will kick you in the ass because once you are in a club, you can never leave... Yes, my friends, that is a little known fact about the robotic magnetism of SXSW. On the plus side, I saw some other bands for free during the day, and you normally can find a plethora of free food + drink to make your heart soar. It seems that during actual showcases, people think it's a-okay to scream song requests at a musician who is playing an acoustic set, and therefore, can hear every word said in the room. After about the 10th time of manic from a fan/homosexual (key words: "This is going to be my first foray into the realm of homosexuality..."), Lou Barlow quipped, "What the fuck, I'm trying to play my album in exact order? Leave me alone!" Though the previous statement is not quite grammatically correct, I think it speaks volumes. SAT pop quiz: musician:plankton; record industry: a)pudding b)music promotion c)fish d)none of the above.
You tell me! It's going to be a long and wacky ride if this is what we're in for. Other than that, I had an asian Don Juan continually sit way too close to me for my own comfort. I watched as he dazzled not one, not two, but at least 3-7 young women with his ridiculous discussion (key words: "I never come to these things. Are you from here?"). What a smooth talker. He went so far as to drape his arm around the back of the seat cushion -- at that point, I kindly turned to my friend and muttered something about the delectability of chicken fajita tacos.
As for today, I'm not sure what I will attempt to do. More day parties? Less showcases? Alcohol? Water? Anchovy pizza? Tacos? Only time will tell, but I've got to get a move on! That is, I need to go to work for a little while...
You tell me! It's going to be a long and wacky ride if this is what we're in for. Other than that, I had an asian Don Juan continually sit way too close to me for my own comfort. I watched as he dazzled not one, not two, but at least 3-7 young women with his ridiculous discussion (key words: "I never come to these things. Are you from here?"). What a smooth talker. He went so far as to drape his arm around the back of the seat cushion -- at that point, I kindly turned to my friend and muttered something about the delectability of chicken fajita tacos.
As for today, I'm not sure what I will attempt to do. More day parties? Less showcases? Alcohol? Water? Anchovy pizza? Tacos? Only time will tell, but I've got to get a move on! That is, I need to go to work for a little while...