Friday, Day 3 of SXSW was exhausting, but super fun. I was out, trolling around Austin from 1 in the afternoon until 2 at night. My feet were just straight red when I got home. I started my day intending to catch Handsome Furs at the Insound Party at Club Deville, and totally missed it because it was so tough to get a cab downtown. Bummer. But, I caught School of Seven Bells at Emo's Jr.. They drew a surisingly loyal crowd, and their effortless pop-psych rock, featuring the very cute and angelic Deheza twins on guitar and keyboards was easy to listen to. Wanting to get out of the cave-like venue and into the sun, I strolled to the other side of town for the Village Voice Party. On my way, I stopped into a coffee shop and saw Devo, who were on a SXSW Panel and played a show down here, hanging outside of the Hilton Hotel (in jumpsuits, carrying their iconic red hats, naturally)! M. Ward headlined the show and I was psyched, because I'm a longtime fan and have never seen him live. He played a quick 6-song set and was an endearingly awkward performer, but still engaging to watch. He got all bluesy jazz face while he was playing guitar, and I tried to get pics, but alas, I need to start a fundraiser for a new camera. Mine is the worst in dark venues! So frustrating!
Then I headed over to the myopenbar.com party to catch a punk rock extravaganza with roller skating and free Budweiser all day. Read about why that's a bad combo after the jump!
(Photo, Pree at myopenbar)
Saucony sponsored the party (which was 4 stages in a square set off by bleachers, in the middle of a lot) and, I guess brought a skating rink along with them. You could out-trick other skaters in a competition for free shoes. This girl to the left took the sneaks, and deserved them because she was a gymnast out there. Crazy.
I did not partake in skating, though I was hanging out with two of Shunda K.' s dancers, and we all wanted to test our balance and moves for some free kicks. With all the free beer around, (I had been drinking since 2 pm, you just can't avoid it) I didn't want to take my chances of wiping out, because I would so be that girl.
After super-noisy UK punks, Pree played, and their lead lady stomped around and freaked out in tights and a t-shirt, Atlanta's Dark Meat got on an opposite-facing stage and pretty much threw a party. Streamers and confetti flew into the crowd, and whether or not you were digging their messy, southern-fried noise, the sun was setting over Austin, the beer was flowing and it was hard not to be feeling the night.
The opinions expressed on the BUST blog are those of the authors themselves and do not necessarily reflect the position of BUST Magazine or its staff.
blog comments powered by Disqus