We close out our South By Southwest coverage with the final dispatch from chief assumer (and former Austinite) Andy Beta, who provided us with the outsider’s perspective on the badge-littered, wristband-bordered maze that was getting into shows. In this installment, he finds a little bit of Texas, thanks to a barbecue and a band from Brooklyn.
The last day of SXSW coincided with St. Patrick’s Day, which made for longer lines, drunker people, and lots of green beads being thrown around; along the way, we saw the festival’s hands-down worst performance, an intestine-wobbling set by the Oakland sludgers Totimoshi, and some real tasty “Ice Cream.”
If there’s one thing that’s true about South By Southwest, it’s that much of it is based on access–the combinations of badges, wristbands, hand-stamps, and nods that get people into and behind the scenes of shows can be downright dizzying. To figure out what, exactly, it’s like to experience the festival with not so much as a wristband, we enlisted chief assumer (and former Austinite) Andy Beta to give us the outsider’s perspective. In this installment, he learns that the free brunches at SXSW have their own painful price.
A brief list of SXSW odds and ends that, for whatever reason, didn’t get their own posts:
– Willie Nelson Spring Water: When asked if it was spiked with THC, the people distributing it would only grin and say, “You never know.”
– Most sublime moment: Walking down Sixth Street on a frustrating Thursday, and hearing Expose’s “Point Of No Return” blaring from a restaurant. (We really should have held that freestyle party.)
– The best bang-per-hour quotient of any SXSW promoter: Todd P. (Although we wish Marnie Stern hadn’t played to her CD.)
Thanks to flight delays and hangovers, SXSW postmortems are still trickling in around the blogosphere; so far, the one that best dug into our vague feeling of seeing too much, yet not seeing enough during our time in Austin comes from Coolfer:
Bands at SXSW scream “Look at me! Look at me!” at attendees spending days in Austin being completely saturated by marketing stimuli (beers, clothing companies, record labels, etc). How can a band get attention?
Thanks to the newly revitalized (we think) Gerard vs. Bear for this photo of Har Mar Superstar and Kirsten Dunst sharing a bite–and a hot-pink roller-rink top–during SXSW. We can’t wait for the Us Weekly fashion police to chime in with their reliably hacky puntification: “Sean Na Na? More »
– Jamie Kennedy at SXSW: Evidence that the whole thing should be scrapped? [Spinner] – Exhibit B: Kirsten Dunst hooks up with the lead singer of Razorlight. [Allie Is Wired] – Hey, even the Naked Cowboy showed up. [Hear Ya] – The Pipettes: “Holly Hobbie on a stripper pole.” More »
We closed out our SXSW with the Chicago band The Zincs, whose new album, Black Pompadour, comes out this Tuesday. More »
Look, we know that the festival-crazy nature of South By Southwest results in a bunch of cut-and-paste lineups–Satellite Party opening for The Good, The Bad, and the Queen; Paolo Nutini and Kings Of Leon setting the stage for the Stooges–but Saturday’s showcase at Stubb’s, which boasted Ghostface and Rakim as headliners, included a short set by Mickey Avalon, the Los Angeles ex-hustler who fancies himself a rapper.
Ah, the perils of attending the “big” shows at SXSW–long lines, crummy opening acts, and, of course, other members of the crowd. Our report on bad behavior at Friday’s Amy Winehouse show triggered this response from Idolator commenter JedTheMime:
I couldn’t believe when I read your “Hey, Asshole!” on the Amy Winehouse show at SXSW. I actually had my worst ever concert fight at that very show!