SXSW
There’s a certain spirit to going out west.
Austin’s own Cowboy & Indian.
To begin to describe the chilling pangs of joy it gave me to hear Hank Williams sung in the golden hour in 4 part harmony by kids dressed as cowboys and indians and one of the Doobie Brothers (not pictured but shirtless in leather vest plus concho belt plus cheech-stache and playing a mean electric guitar), it was an amniotic sonic vibration.
A Place To Bury Strangers out of NYC destroyed guitars and sent ears away bleeding at the W.
Me, also at the W.
Quality time with lil’ big sis
Suffer for Fashion (or whatever)
Austin native Erin Wasson squired me away to hear Lucinda Williams play at ACL. This new song “You Were Born To Be Loved” is incredible. Get it HERE.
Erin’s a really cool chick who really loves music, a kindred 2nd generation audiophile who’s keen on country AND house!
Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All.
All hail the conquering heroes, determined to prove themselves villains and hate the idle pleasures of these days. Everybody’s still talking about Odd Future. Like Johnny Rotten and his model Richard the III, Odd Future ain’t shaped for sportive tricks – these kids came into this breathing world to make a mockery of everything they can’t physically destroy. These are the raw tactics of the juvenile, the punk, the thug, the forgotten prince. Dealt a bad hand by dissembling Nature, their only recourse is war-like and savage. Anger is an energy. This is the sinister wisdom of parasites, packs, and bands, unable to be assimilated and thus veritably other.
(language liberated from Shakespeare, the Sex Pistols, and Deleuze)
Austin’s The Black Angels pay lyrical tribute to the sunny utopian promise contained in the word “alright,” as used by Lou Reed.
Ringo Deathstarr. Nothing better than a girl on bass guitar.
Little Dragon. Hypnotizing the crowd.
Valida & Mia Moretti: DJ Princesses
Stevie Nicks remains a vital icon for the contemporary frontwoman.
Impossible not to love LA’s Jenny O.
