SXSW 2005: Notes, Thoughts, Facts, Etc.

I apparently can’t walk down the street at SXSW
without seeing Eugene Mirman.

…or the Tepper brothers.

If the DJ spins Steely Dan, I will be happy.

That one pizza place is awful, but that other one’s
pretty good.

Tim almost got trampled by a life-size Meatwad.

John Roderick has a Sam Beam beard now.

Roderick brought out the guy from Harvey Danger to
sing with him. He used to be in the Long Winters, so
that kind of makes sense. Robyn Hitchcock also brought
out that guy later that same night. That doesn’t seem
to make sense.

Nick Catchdubs is a fine chap.

No, you cannot just walk straight through the bar to
the stage area, didn’t you see that line around the
back of the building? (by the way: FUCK YOU, RED-EYED FLY).

The Wrens were still good. Both times.

Spoon: ditto.

The Robbers: um, yeah. 3 times.

If Frank‘d had a cell phone, we coulda hooked up. If Amanda’d had a cell phone, we could’ve seen the Spoon ACL taping. Moral of the story? Get cell phones.

That’s Eleanor Friedberger on the back of the
30-Gallon Tank disc. (or was it Soft Effects? Whichever one has the chick sitting on the floor on the back of it)

Pearls will melt in vinegar.

Sometimes, party-events are held at the Elks
Lodge.

Sometimes, they’re held at American-Legion-type Halls.
With bowling alleys in the back.
Where you can bowl while drinking free beer provided
by Diesel.

Free beer beats four dollar Shiners any day of the
week.

If you really want that tattoo, you’re going to have
come back when you’re sober.

The Go Team are bastards for cancelling due to
hangovers, but Feist is 100 percent class– she continued
to play even in the midst of
a typhoon.

Stars were(was?) unexpectedly amazing.

Emo’s indoors is absolutely disgusting in 98 degree
afternoon heat. But Communique was throwing out some
ass-shaking shit in there, what was I supposed to do?

Jeff Hanson, under the worst circumstances, you really
did deliver a great set. You didn’t blow your top,
and really, you had every right to. And for that, I consider you a big
man. With a woman’s voice.

You may have payed 150 bucks for that bracelet, but
dammit, you’re gonna wait in line.

And if Chuck Fucking Klosterman wants to walk right up
and get in the door immediately, he will.

And yes, you’d be pissed off when you found out that
the reason you had to wait in line for an hour was
because the Real World Austin was taping in there.
Furthermore, they were taping, inexplicably, during an
Enon set?!?!

Hey, you can’t get a free pair of Converse in the back
room at Flatstock unless you’re in a band, you nimrod.

But anyway.

Regular programming to resume…

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