Mad Libs while waiting in line for tickets to see Broken Social Scene. “Pay a visit to your favorite stripe store and buy some striped new things that will cause men to stripe in the street.”
They sold 50 tickets to Broken Social Scene for people without wristbands or badges. Me, my sister and her friend were numbers 50, 51 & 52 in line. All three of us got in. We were the LAST ones!
Liking of The Besnard Lakes. Marvelous!
Seeing Emily Haines sing “Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl” with Broken Social Scene at Stubbs. Being in the third row.
Listening to a band play an impromptu show in the middle of the street from a parking garage above.
Finding an awesome “Reeperbahn” sign on the road and awkwardly taking it home in my purse.
Seeing my fab co-worker perform with his band “Son de Rey”.
Meeting a random guy from 101X who climbed into my friend’s apt on Red River though the street level balcony. He drank with us and then confessed that he had no idea where he was, who we were or what he was doing.
Eating a Buffalo Burger at Casino el Camino. Delicious!
Seeing Kristin Stewart, Richard Linklater and the guy from Sum 41 at the Driskill all within an hour.
Successful flask action.
Not driving.
Spending time with some of my favorite people from out of town.
Seeing Austin try to be a “big city”…cute.
No:
Drive By Truckers. Ugh, DNW.
Hostile concert people in the crowd at Broken Social Scene.
Walking from Stubbs to 18th & Lavaca before we could get a cab. AHHHH!
Too cold on Saturday. Then stood in line for over an hour as someone’s +1 at Perez Hilton party. That had to end. kthxbye! hahaha
Overall traffic, lines and exclusivity. But that’s SXSW and the city that logistically fails to accommodate. Oh well.
Mark Linkous just died. I read it online a couple minutes ago. My heart sinks. I dreamed about Sparklehorse last night. I saw him perform a few times in 2006. I have a vivid memory of buying a promotional copy of Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot for about $3 at a music store off of Jones Rd in Houston when I was in 10th grade. “And all I want is to be a happy man” So sad, RIP.
It’s funny how I somehow know all the lyrics for a strange assortment of songs from the 1960s. Today at work I was listening to the “My Oldies” playlist I created for myself a couple months ago. I started wondering who these people were…the singers, songwriters…the bands themselves. Oldies…I grew up listening on the radio, I have some of the songs in iTunes, but I haven’t seen many of the actual performances. I got curious after work and spent at least an hour watching Oldies videos on YouTube. In my viewing fury I bookmarked 25-ish videos. I made myself choose three to actually put on here…I kinda chose them because they’re all bands of guys with mop-ish hair, haha. But no Beatles.
“She’s Not There” The Zombies, 1964
Well no one told me about her the way she lied
Well no one told me about her how many people cried
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know why should I care
Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her
She’s not there
“Judy in Disguise” John Fred and his Playboys, 1968
Judy in disguise, well that’s what you are
Lemonade pies with a brand new car
Cantaloupe eyes come to me tonight
Judy in disguise, with glasses
“The Rain, The Park & Other Things” The Cowsills, 1967
I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn’t seem to care
She sat there and smiled at me
