And our story, our adventure, our foray into the liver damaging, hipter sighting, ear piercing melee that is Austin during SXSW comes to its inevitable close. This city is going to smell like a dumpster that hobos urinate in for the next 48 hours, but eventually it subsides. The tents and stages come down. Beer is no longer free (but on the plus side, non-free beer is no longer marked up 50%). The vultures are circling. The circus left town. And in a year, we’ll all do this again.
Yesterday, we started out off big and baller…a 1-year old’s birthday party. When I say party, you say hard! Party! Hard! Party! Hard! After gorging myself on tacos at the taco bar and delicious cookies, we headed out to Waterloo Records for the last day of their free concerts. And we took the kiddo with us. So, my 9-month old son’s first concert ever was 90’s gangsta rapper Mobb Deep. In so many ways that just seems right to me. And it’s always fun to see a bunch of white people squirm when the “n-word” is belted out over a PA system over and over again. Good times. British psych rock band Temples took the stage next, their lead singer doing his best Mark Bolan impersonation as the group grooved along to tunes from their excellent debut album Sun Structures. The boy then demanded we take our departure, leaving our beers and Monster energy drinks behind us.
Saturday was my first day this year to catch some evening acts, and it was an excellent way to go out. Garage and psych rock mayhem, with just a spattering of hip-hop/funk thrown in for good measure. There is nothing like watching raucous rock and roll on a small, cramped patio space at a coffee shop. Fans and onlookers remained relatively calm during Holy Tidal Wave, but got wilder with each progressive act, jumping and pushing each other during Coachwhips, headbanging and surging during Construction Unit, to an all out mosh pit with crowd surfers and scraped knees galore during Ty Segall’s excellent 40-minute set. Oakland funk rap group The Coup closed it down, front man Boots Riley moving across the stage like Sly and the Family Stone.
What a great end to a fun (tragedy aside) week. Hopefully I can prep my body to do this again next year. Squaresville forever!
- Rashad Charjuan Owens (the asshole responsible for the drunk driving deaths) has been officially charged with capital murder.
- SXSWcares raised over $100,000 to help the victims of Wednesday night’s tragedy.
- Tyler, The Creator was arrested at the airport for inciting that riot at the Scoot Inn on Thursday.
- Ty Segall and John Dwyer (Thee Oh Sees, Coachwhips) need to make an album together. I demand it. It would rock my socks off.
- If you station yourself right near the bar during a performance where the venue is serving free beer…you’re in trouble.
- Regardless of how many dirtbags, assholes, hipsters, and idiots descend upon are lovely city every March, they eventually go home. And they leave tons of money behind them, pumped into our local economy. And little bands and artists who otherwise would never have been able to get any real exposure, play shows in front of hundreds. And there’s just so much food and drink and music and art and fun to be had, that you shouldn’t let a few minor inconveniences, or a few pricks who just need a good smack in the back of the head get you down. Assholes are gonna be assholes. Hipsters are gonna be hipsters. And besides, we have just as many dirtbags, assholes, hipsters and idiots who call this place home year round anyway.
- To my chagrin, Huey Lewis and The News did not make it tour their planned gig on the roof of Whole Foods. Oh well. There’s always next year.
From a bunker somewhere in Central Texas, Thomas H. Williams spends most of his time with his wife, his two sons, and his increasingly neurotic dog. He listens to a lot of music, drinks a lot of excellent beers, and gets out from time to time. For even more shenanigans, visit heavenisanincubator.blogspot.com.