Drunk & Disorderly @ SXSW: Day 2 - capcom d
THURSDAY, MARCH 19TH, 2009
Today’s Australian showcase at Friends killed it. Lenka is amazing! She’s that girl that takes about 45 seconds to fall in love with and about 30 years to finally convince to sleep with you (and honestly the only reason she ever does bone out is because you have a standing 20-year marriage pact that if you’re both single at 40 you’ll tie the knot so your parents can die happy). I don’t mind this sort of pity based arousal fantasy and neither should you when it comes to Lenka. She’s great live and her band is top notch. I swear everyone in the band plays 5 different instruments, it’s the musical chairs of instrument equipage.
After Friends we jumped over to check out Mirah for a minute because I’m a 16-year-old lesbian trapped in a lumberjack’s sweaty mountain carcass. The truth is I fucking love Mirah and I don’t give a fuck, her songs are like listening to your mother tell you “there’ll be days like this”, but whisper-shouted in a minor key. Unfortunately, the sound guy at the Flamingo Club was an amateur so her vocals were near impossible to hear.
After Mirah we went to a shitty Austin sports bar so I could watch the Minnesota vs. Texas NCAA game. I started shouting pretty loudly, cheering for my hometown Minnesota Golden Gophers, somehow forgetting that Austin was in fact IN Texas. Some dudes across the table started shouting some shit back, trying to fuck with me and it eventually escalated to betting. When I came over to set the terms of the bet I realized that the dude I was betting was Juicy J from Three 6 Mafia. Fucking ridiculous. Don’t bet sports with Juicy J, I owe him and his buddies a shit ton of drinks after Texas killed Minnesota 76-62.
Long story short, I wound up at the Ticketmaster/AM Only houseparty, saw Jen Lasher and Nadastrom play some vibe sets while mass mingling occurred between professional moneybags, agents and DJs. DJ Mel is the dude and it was great to see him again and I can’t wait until he brings his ass out to Chicago.
The rest of the night was spent devouring a table full of sushi in honor of the second annual Do It To It Party. God bless the windows at Silhouette because they were three sonic booms away from shattering the entire night. Nadastrom, Bird Peterson, Tittsworth and Smalltown DJs all straight banged the shit out of this poor defenseless party room for hours. It was the Chris Brown of parties.
We called it a night a little early as the Fool’s Gold afterparty was an impenetrable fortress. In the process we witnessed several awesome fights including a dude taking a rock to a drunk fraterni-douche who shouldered him in passing screaming “Don’t make me go back to jail man, I ain’t tryin’ to go back!” while menacingly waving the rock for about 7 minutes as friends on both sides intervened. Stay classy Austin, we’ll do it all again tomorrow!
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