SXSW SATURDAY, MARCH 20 RECAP >>>
I think I need an IV. After three straight days of potent drinks in plastic cups, chain-smoked cigarettes and high-decibel rock ‘n' roll - this morning, the last official morning of SXSW 2010, it all came crashing down on me. Black saucers surround my eyes. Fits of hacking greet me at every staircase. Bright lights cause me to recoil. And, shit, I wasn't even here on Wednesday, the festival's official kickoff.
SXSW was great, but I'm ready to come home. A person can't live like this. Food from trucks, queso dip and margarita pitchers can only carry you so far.
And I'm not alone. Twitter space - which since Wednesday has been filled with up-to-the-minute reports from the eleventy-seventy shows happening simultaneously all over Austin - today is filled with stuff like, "Off to the airport," and "My liver hurts #SXSW."
People are spent. And Austin is ready to return to normalcy. The traffic once again filling Sixth Street - which is closed for the duration of SXSW - is a good sign.
Thankfully, we don't fly out until early tomorrow morning - giving the Weekly Volcano some much-needed time to recuperate and gather our thoughts. While the official SXSW closing barbecue and softball party happened this afternoon - one last chance for the "industry" types to pass out business card between at-bats, one last chance for those on the "inside" to share war stories and Lone Star beers before heading back to their respective regions of the world - my wife and I passed. We're not much for softball, plus we didn't pack our mitts. While something tells me Chevy and AT&T probably partnered to provide sponsored, logo filled gloves for all SXSW badge holders - that's not the point.
Instead, today has mainly been spent staring blankly at objects on the coffee table, and cursing the distance between us and coffee in the morning. It's nice to not be rushing off to another night of music industry excess.
Not that last night actually ended up turning into the SXSW I've previously described - Mother Nature wouldn't have it. After temperatures hovered in the 70s for the first three-fourths of the festival, a fierce wind and unexpected chill moved in to give SXSW a whole new, blanketed, bundled and icy feel Saturday. The streets were literally filled with underdressed scenesters, arms crossed - maybe a little snot in their beards - trying to fight of the chill and still look good in their skinny jeans. Every restaurant had an hour wait time, and people just kept jumping on the end of the list and crowding in waiting areas because it was better than being on the street.
We made it as long as we could. As the night crept toward 1 a.m., and the temperature stood at 37 degrees - we decided enough was enough, and headed back to the hotel. I don't think we fully shook the chill until morning - but the early retreat did give us a chance to see a wrapped up, and slightly miserable looking Kimya Dawson on the local news playing earlier on the SXSW day stage, a haggle of equally bundled, and equally miserable looking fans sticking it out with her.
Here's what we saw at SXSW on Saturday that wasn't on the local Austin news:
GUN OUTFIT
Olympia's Gun Outfit has been described as "intelligent, slacker rock" and "deliberately hi-tech lo-fi." While those are certainly fair assessments, there's also a hint of mystery to the band - accentuated live by the way they hunch over their instruments, and have a way of sounding present yet feeling - sometimes - a thousand miles away. Inside Barberella in Austin last night as darkness set in, to a crowd of 20 or so people, that's exactly the kind of vibe the band created.
Visually, in terms of stage performance, Gun Outfit leaves a lot to be desired - there's just no way to dance around it. While the music grabs you, the players on stage stand like beatnik pillars - and that's when they're being inviting. Most of the time they're curled around their guitars, hair covering their face - or simply standing with a back toward the crowd.
Gun Outfit is about the music - and that's OK. Luckily they have a sound to back it up. But amidst an orgy like SXSW - where the choices are almost endless - it's hard for such an understated spectacle to stand out.
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