SXSW Day 3 Co-Headliners: Hangovers and Lines! Oh man, I'd be lying if I said I didn't make it out of my hotel before 2pm. Career hazard down here is the drinks are free, the drinks are strong, and the people want you to drink more of them. The even better news is so is the BBQ, so ultimately you end up ok. Todays blog is more of a warning than great concert coverage. Above and beyond anything, it's annoying, it takes forever, but you MUST have some sort of daily schedule drawn up before hand, or else you're not only going to be lost, you're not going to see anything and you're going to be pissed at yourself.
There's a number of things to do down here that don't seeing shows, if you have the right credentials and know the right people, you might just be lucky enough to find yourself standing next to a giant Grammy surrounded by a bunch of people eating free macaroni and telling eachother how great they are (after standing in a line to do so of course), you'll meet cool random people who you've heard and read about for years and it who knows, maybe next year you'll hang out. SXSW is about building relationships, spending time with the right people. The more time I spend here, the more clear it becomes that these bands are playing Sasquatch, or Coachella, the thing you can't get anywhere else are the record folks, the bands you run into on the street (hey Wayne Coyne), and of course the feeling of walking down a packed 6th street and hearing 7000 bands along the way (that for some reason when overlapped all kind of sound like Wu Lyf)
There's also crazy things like listening parties in swanky hotels for albums that haven't been announced yet while you make your own nachos. Seriously, this is a real thing. It's like the 80s without cocaine. I'm not saying there isn't cocaine somewhere, I just tend to attempt to spend my time in the places it isn't showing up. Perhaps one of the most exciting things is walking around not knowing if you could be standing next to the head of your favorite label, or a DJ from Los Angeles you've been hearing about for years.
The music of course, once you got through the lines was phenomenal. Watched Pusha T crush from across the street outside the MTV Woodies (as you might have guessed, that line was unbearable), obscure yet rising DJ Cashmere cat laid waste to a packed Barcelona club with huge future beats, trap house, and all kinds of things you can shake to. Then it was over to the Pitchfork party in the giant garbage can that is the 1100 Warehouse where Fidlar, Pissed Jeans and Savages rocked your face suburban garage style (seriously, the echo in that place was unreal). Savages though, wow. LP coming out on Matador, just relentless and oppressive Siouxsie and The Banshees style assault on your eardrums. The night closed out with a trio of Dance jams from producer Ryan Hemsworth, young UK DJ duo DIsclosure played live bass, keys, and drums alongside their dual mac laptops adding an extra element to the madness before Rustie came in at the end to crush us all with bass and beats that sounds like they were sent back from 2929.
Other things worth mentioning that this DJ was not so lucky to attend, The Flaming Lips played their classic album Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots in its entirety, Sound City Players did their sound city thing, and 9 billion other bands played that I probably should have seen. But hey, that's why there's today. More tomorrow!