NOISE: SXSW, fantasy softball, part 3
OK, I swear, this is it. Enough SXSW, already. We gotta move on. So let's get it out of our system, down on blog, and tricycle out to greener, sunnier pastures.
First off, the homo-happenin' Ark may not have as good a name as their fellow Malmo, Sweden, rockers Quit Your Dayjob, but they managed to evoke the gods of candy-colored pop-rock good times not witnessed since Andrew WK headlined Bottom of the Hill. These guys work hard for their money. So hard for it, honey.
Manic vocalist Salo was shaking that sheckel-maker, telling the SXSW sloggers they embodied his song title, "Rock City Wankers," and leading the crowd in a chant of "Tonight, one of us is gonna die young." Someday the sassy singer is gonna be a "Father of a Son," indeed -- as long as those white hot pants don't cramp his style. "It's Saturday and no one wants to hear any more music!" he yelled, echoing the thoughts of so many wandering Austin like zombies with a blood hangover. This superfun Emo's IV day showcase with the Gossip, Wooden Wand, and the Giraffes was one of my faves at SXSW.
Most sighted celebrity, according to Akimbo (who I bunked down with in the Alternative Tentacles flophouse, a.k.a. George Chen's Super 8 motel room): J. Mascis. "He was everywhere."
Not J. Mascis's ass
Oh look, wait, that's Andy Gill in the middle, doing a crotch-block dance move, with fellow Gang of Four member Dave Allen and Peaches. This party happened earlier in the week at a smoke-filled, Camel-sponsored V2/Dim Mak thing. Weirdest moment: Peaches shakes a Dos Equis and hands it to Gill to spray on the audience, and he, looking befuddled, opens the can and pours it all over her CDs.