Day 2 SXSW
Three strikes and I finally get to see a band. After a much too long first night at 'South By,' I get a late start and spend the first part of the day riding my big brown old school Dyno cruiser all over town only to find lines much too long to actually get into anything.
First attempt and biggest disappointment was 'Fanfarlo'
at the Ghost Room, the Talking Heads sounding band I first discovered on thesixtyone.com (the greatest music site next to Pandora).
On a positive note though, as I pulled up to the front, I approached the first approachable person I saw and Said, "Did I miss them?!" to which he replied, "Yeah, we're done," to which I replied, "Wait...You ARE Fanfarlo?"
Indeed, he was the horn player and a very nice guy, to boot, so of course I gave him my card and told him to look me up. *Smile*
Second try was Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. The Mohawk was filled to capacity but I could hear her whaling from outside as I stood sweating and cursing the extraordinarily long line and the long bike ride I had just made with a camera bag that was starting to feel like a bowling ball slung over my shoulder (parking is not even a possibility). I've heard from several musician friends that she puts on a show like no other and judging by the crowd noise and the excitement emanating from the people in the upper level visible from the street, I'd say they were right.
O-well....maybe next time.
Mellow Johnny's bike shop to find yet another line wrapped around the building. I decide to wait this one out though and am rewarded with a sleepy, blue-eyed California mellow trip from Rogue Wave, including the song "Lake Michigan," which I recognize also off thesixtyone.com. I realize this is the first time I've stopped moving and exhaled possibly in several days. It's quite nice.
Knowing these lines though, I leave early to get up north to Urban Outfitters where I find myself wading through a veritable sea of young people who look like they've just finished shopping there. Washed Out takes the stage promptly at 6:10. 'Washed Out' is one guy. One super smiley, sweaty, happy guy; Part DJ, part Singer, and all fantastic.
Mexican Summer." They sweat and bump their way through their set and by the end, even the most jaded and cynical hipsters are smiling and bobbing their heads.
*One hour later*
So the plan was to shoot Stone Temple Pilots, however, as it turns out, no cams are allowed unless you're on the list. The list has two people on it and I'm not one of them. Neither is CL writer, Joran, so I offer to swing by the venue anyway to pick up his video camera so he can at least go inside and see the show but when I get to the corner near the venue, he just jumps in the car and says, "Eh, screw that place. Let's go hit Stubb's and catch Band of Horses and Local Natives."
I'm already booked to go catch a drink and enjoy some peace for a second with a friend who lives in one of those downtown condos everyone's always bitching about, which I have to admit is Quite nice (concrete floors, floor to ceiling glass door/window out to the balcony overlooking two beautiful pools below and an amazing view of the entire city.
Two vodka ginger ale's later, I've lucked into a killer downtown parking spot in his garage and I'm off again on the bike to Stubb's. Being sadly out of touch, I'm unfamiliar with Local Natives
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