SXSW Diaries Pt. III
SXSW Day 3
At Brandon's house
I must rescind a bit of my earlier grousing -- our badges and wristbands did pretty well for us yesterday. The more shows I see, the more thrilled I am about the fact that we're playing at the church. We caught Grizzly Bear there last night, a set which I doubt will be topped by anything else we'll see here.
SXSW Day 4
At Brandon's house
This stuff is tiring. Last night I was too tired to blog! Oh noes! I've been troubled by more strange dreams. I had a dream that we were supposed to play at Johnny Brenda's, and it was a big deal and lots of people came to see us, but we weren't going on because the sound guy or some such hadn't shown up, and everyone was starting to get impatient and angry. It was all very realistic, but at some point I realized that I must be dreaming, and suddenly there was a glass of milk in my hand, and I thought, "I will prove this is a dream by throwing this milk across the room," and so I threw it and no one reacted and I thought "Aha!" and then I woke up.
Anyhow, one thing I should've given more thought to before leaving is the comfort of my footwear. These Chucks were not made for walking, it seems. We played a party yesterday under a little tent outside a bike shop. It was a bit far from downtown, but we met lots of nice folks and gave them CDs. The biggest difficulty was posed by the band playing across the street, and hearing their drums everytime we'd hit a breakdown and get quiet. We persevered though and I think it was a good warmup. Tonight's the showcase! I am excited!
At Brandon's house
I must rescind a bit of my earlier grousing -- our badges and wristbands did pretty well for us yesterday. The more shows I see, the more thrilled I am about the fact that we're playing at the church. We caught Grizzly Bear there last night, a set which I doubt will be topped by anything else we'll see here.
SXSW Day 4
At Brandon's house
This stuff is tiring. Last night I was too tired to blog! Oh noes! I've been troubled by more strange dreams. I had a dream that we were supposed to play at Johnny Brenda's, and it was a big deal and lots of people came to see us, but we weren't going on because the sound guy or some such hadn't shown up, and everyone was starting to get impatient and angry. It was all very realistic, but at some point I realized that I must be dreaming, and suddenly there was a glass of milk in my hand, and I thought, "I will prove this is a dream by throwing this milk across the room," and so I threw it and no one reacted and I thought "Aha!" and then I woke up.
Anyhow, one thing I should've given more thought to before leaving is the comfort of my footwear. These Chucks were not made for walking, it seems. We played a party yesterday under a little tent outside a bike shop. It was a bit far from downtown, but we met lots of nice folks and gave them CDs. The biggest difficulty was posed by the band playing across the street, and hearing their drums everytime we'd hit a breakdown and get quiet. We persevered though and I think it was a good warmup. Tonight's the showcase! I am excited!
