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. Read more »
SXSW -- oh, that old thing? That was sooo...last Saturday. Before it fades from memory, only to be replaced by the latest whiskey bar, here are a few more toasts.
On Friday, we swung by the Band of Gold (featuring Archie Bell, DJ Fontana, and Barbara Lynn) but drove on by Club De Ville, daunted by the early line-formations. We saw the chalk outlines of a very long wait and checked in on Bettye LaVette at La Zona Rosa to see she cancelled. Read more »
Who drunkenly referred to New Zealand band the Bats as the "Hobbit's Go-Betweens?" Were they cracked out on ethereal pop?
Judge for yourself when the Bats attempt to cement last year's comeback long-player, At the National Grid, in your consciousness -- with, of course, a tour. They stop at Amoeba Music, SF today at 6 p.m. for a free show, then wing over to Rickshaw Stop at 8 p.m. (then on to the Starry Plough March 23). Essential for NZ popsters -- you know who you are. Read more »
So much has happened and so little blogging has gotten done. Could there be a connection? Yep. So here's a little more on SXSW, the final days, revolving around what photos I could take before my camera died a horrible death --like all the other electronic devices around me.
The Nice Boys from Portland, Ore., tapped a fun Cheap Trick/Faces vein of pure '70s-era gold. Rawk at the Birdman Records Showcase. Read more »
Stealth "special" appearances by Jane's Addiction/Perry Farrell, Norah Jones, and Flaming Lips? Those SXSW events were one-upped by a spontaneous session of the itty bitty titty club (and prominent potbelly chapter) when Peaches teamed with Dave Allen of Gang of Four for a DJ set at Friday night's V2/Dim Mak party, charmingly titled "Clusterfuck." That was sort of the vibe as Peaches and Allen spun Suicide-like beats, hard-edge dance numbers, and the Rezillos -- the most screwy aspect was all the endless Camel advertising/product placement going on. Read more »
Wednesday night, I checked out the Death and Taxes party at Austin's new Beauty Bar, owned by Trail of the Dead's Jason and open all of three days, he told me. He seemed to be coping well with his anarchic new life as a bar owner (the fiancee ran up to tell him he shouldn't treat people to multiple rounds of drinks). Read more »
About a thousand were said to be turned away from the capacity SXSW Neil Young and Jonathan Demme keynote talk/interview yesterday. Bay Area veteran music writer Jaan Uhelszki did a great job drawing out the insights and animal metaphors from Shakey.
The creative process was on Young's mind. "You have to stay in the rhythm till it drys up. Commitments are the worst thing for musicians!" Even romantic commitments? asked Uhelszki. "All commitments." Big laugh. Read more »
If it's Wednesday, this must be SXSW... sorta. IMHO, the affair is off to a slow start though peeps at the last party I sloshed through were bemoaning missing the interactive part of the conference from March 10-14. Another theory floated around out there: The humongoid, pricey official SXSW dinner that all the industry titans attend is tonight and nothing must detract from the rubber chicken. Ahem.
But that's OK -- we'll start slow, too. All the better to catch the 1,300 or so artists and bands that are performing at this year's event. Read more »
C'mon into the San Francisco Bay Guardian's new music blog. Yeah, we're doing this now, and all the middle-aged journalists around the office are getting real jumpy. It may be the end of their careers as they know it. Read more »