sxsw

crib dogs

Tuesday mar 14-Saturday march 17. sxsw festival
What can I say, but I hammered down from nyc to Austin to pick up the criblets in a heart stopping 32 hours(I stopped for 4 hours to sleep in penciltucky,tn). I make it to the state capitol at 645pm, drop my bags change my shoes wash my face and hit a cab with Wichita mark to go see the strokes/eagles of death metal/sean na na at stubbs. Quelle soiree! No need to name drop the famous peeps and blisters in attendance, but suffice to say it was worth the drive. Har mar and pals kicked it to open, the eagles drove the ball down the right wing, and the fab five drove it into the net. Stellar gig. Aftershow hang backstage at stubbs and crawl back to the Vaclav hovel hotel.
Wednesday march 15
Raging full on, airport runs, registration, reregistration, changing hotels, sweating profusely, chillin with Gaffney, more airport, dengue fever, thor and shearwater, the ponys, meet the band, meet the manager, drink the shiner, check out all of the clubs, beauty bar patio with bevilacqua, and trail of the dead at emos. And lest we forget the fresh kills at head hunters. My favorite band of the festival. I hung out with more people in 30 minutes than I had in the previous 3 months. Crazy.
Thursday march 16
Mtv acoustic in waterloo park with metric and gogol bordello, more music store runs, filter party at cedar street and hanging with the photofit guys and amy h from t town, load out, load in over to the beauty bar where the mob scene begins with that crap band the lashes, wolfmother packing the house, cribs knockin em dead, peaches dropping the bomb karaoke style with five strippers, and googol bordello bringing the house down at emos. I/ve got the emos pass and god bless graham for that. Too much has happened in this 24 hour span and Austin is a veritable who/s who of my speed dial both foreign and domestic, but time is of the essence and I am a little behind here. The drives, the sleep apnea, the bracket busters and this fucking president are killing me.
Friday march 17
It is st patricks day and we are loading in to stubbs for the spin magazine party where we get a bit shafted by the pissing contest going on but fuck it. These cribs are hardcore in a get in the van kinda way. We drive an sst van, and these brothers have a jam econo vibe. But where is my translator. I am convinced that is shippo/s(stage mgr/tech) primary gig is to translate, but hey! Free dickies gear, bbq, we watch 20 minutes of the NO TEAM!(what drivel, huggy bear without an agenda). The queens of noize and Eugene from googol bordello are the tweeners. They rock it. We do another mtv thing in west Austin, drive mr warby into town, catch 5 minutes of art brut, another 5 of the 22/s, and 5 more of the zutons before loading into exodus and run into my rev crew guys on 6th. S/check it, try to get into peaches at aoki/s party, come back for our own gig, the guys get wined and dined, Hughes and I opt for the best wurst, or was it room service. Huh? What? I cannae remember details. Quelle vie. To make a short tale brief, the cribs rock the exodus club in spite of the goon squad security. We load it out , dead tired and hit for 6 back at the shack. Drunken yahoos abound.
Saturday march 18
I hot foot it out to j toubins party at the peacock with the fresh kills and kid congo. The lovely dp is in the house, as are all of the fresh kills and mr Hughes. J toubins pop, chuck, has smoked some brisket and it is the bees knees. After several bloody marys it is back to the hotel and more socializing and shiner bock and load in to the club deville where goofy mcdoofus will be our stage manager for the event, it is clear that nothing will be correct so I decide that it will be best for all if I go to emos to see the datsuns, priestess and the river boat gamblers with the Dilworth family and laura rogers. C gibbs is in the house as merchie onassis. A veritable family affair. I go back to de ville to deal with the ineptitude and theft , both of which are bountiful. I can stomach no more , the dog and pony show is enough to make the most innate amateur sick, but this shower of good for naughts is rivaled only by that wolf pack on Pennsylvania avenue. Enough already, gimme some street meat and send me to California.
Sunday march 19
We take james to the airport and seriously hammer down, stopping at a sonic burger in Sonora, tx and a denny in deming , nm to try to botulize ourselves opting for the hotel buyout in lieu of some crab shack by the side of the road. Flat out fucked, I believe the mudhoney once shrieked.