Waterloo Sunset
Last weekend was SXSW. In years past I have done a daily blog. This time around, I guess maybe b/c I was focused on other things, I couldn't keep up. And now, a week past the event, I'm going to keep it simple and just list the bands that I saw. Notice that I could not have seen all these bands if in fact, I had fallen asleep at 10 every night as my "friend" likes to think. One night, people. One night. I fell asleep at 10. I think I was roofied.
Wednesday
Ruby Isle: No.
Modern Skirts: A great way to kick off SXSW
Giant Cloud: What a jam band should sound like.
Book of Black Earth: Just kidding.
Warpaint: Huh?! A girl band? From LA? Yes, kids, yes. Now sit down and prepare to have all of your pre-conceived stereotypes annihilated.
The Morning Benders: If Lennon and Ono had children and those children didn't look like Sean Lennon, they'd look and sound like these brothers. They rocked.
Thursday
The Veils: Hearts, man, I see hearts. Too bad they're junkies.
Holly Miranda: Unh uh.
The xx: Sigh. I really wanted them to just kill it. It didn't happen. Maybe a few more years playing together will bring some depth.
Friday
Jukebox the Ghost: I think this was the name of the band with the booty-poppin' lead singer. Mesmerizing.
I could have sworn I saw more than one on Friday. At any rate, Friday night we drove to Waco to get 1/2 way to Ft. Worth for a funeral on Saturday. This sounds really odd, but I felt so blessed to have been in Austin so I could attend. (RIP, Pete Durham.)
Saturday
I have never had such a solid Saturday at SX as this one. I just kinda got lucky. (Not in that way.)
Matt Pond PA: Hot.
Total Abuse: The name says it all.
KIT: Eh.
Best Coast: I liked.
Real Estate: Oh, Real Estate. I missed you in Brooklyn the weekend before. Now I know exactly what I missed. You delivered. Somehow even you make Blind Melon sound good.
Home Video: So. Much. Fun. Especially the impromptu dance party.
And, last but not least... HOLE: Jesus, I didn't expect to like Courtney Love. She won me over by opening with Big Star's "13." (RIP, Alex Chilton.) In case I'd forgotten what a rock star was, she reminded me. Well done.
And, to close, my flight was supposed to leave at 7 a.m. but it was cancelled. Something about the weather in Dallas. (Yes, it was snowing in Ft. Worth last Saturday.) The only way I could get back to LA before Tuesday since all the flights were booked was to fly out of Dallas that night. Which meant renting a car and hauling ass. The good news is that I got a yoga class in and saw my friends and their kids.
Until next time, Austin.
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