Here is the part where I take 20 seconds and admit that I might be a wee bit tired. But don’t tell anyone. There is no rest for the weary at SXSW. It’s 10:30 a.m. and once again, the streets of Austin are buzzing with hot boys and hot bands. So, if they build it, I will come.Yesterday was all about the day party. Here at SXSW, they have day showcases/ BBQs where you can eat/see all of your favorite bands in an intimate setting. Two of my favorite activities. While most people were trying to get into the very popular Fader Fort party, my friends and I slipped off the beaten path to the Pianos Day Party at The Kung Fu Room. Beers were free with a wrist band, Bloody Marys cost a whopping $4 until 9 p.m., and a few of my favorite bands were playing on the patio. It was also a perfect 70 degrees with not a cloud in the sky. Could it get any better? Not really.
The main reason I trekked out to the Kung Fu House was to get as close as possible to my indie crush, Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson (left). His album Summer of Fear Part Two was one of my favorites this year. Imagine if Bob Dylan played a keyboard and wore flannel shirts and Converse. In true Dylan style, you can’t understand a word this kid is saying when he performs, but you know he’s a genius. My favorite moment was his cover of Hall and Oates “Rich Girl.” Next up was a band called The Suckers. I had never heard them before, but they reminded me a little bit of a cross between The Beach Boys and Arcade Fire. But the best day party moment for sure was catching Shilpa Ray and Her Happy Hookers. I don’t know what’s more amazing, the fact that this pint-sized, innocent-looking girl has the powerful voice of 10 boozed-up sailors or that she plays an accordion piano thingy and boogies like a banshee. Obsessed.
As the night rolled around, my friends and I went to church. Not to pray, fools — to watch music. Because that’s how they roll in Austin. There are concerts in churches. First we saw singer-songwriter Sally Seltmann, who was formerly known as New Buffalo. She reminds me of Feist, but more angelic—she co-wrote “1,2,3,4” with her. Next up was Timber Timbre (right)—imagine Tom Waits and Jeff Buckley’s love child. Listening to this Canadian band while sitting in my pew in the dark church, hearing the violins and his heartbreaking voice bounce off the stained glass was like a revelation. So I guess I kind of did go to church. Great for music, bad for ogling boys. I felt guilty even looking. So we headed over to try to dance our asses off to British band The xx. And so did the rest of Texas. So, needless to say, we didn’t get in. Bummer … yes. But overall, the day was a success.
Tonight is the big Spin Magazine party featuring a live performance by senora nutbag herself … Courtney Love. Stay tuned to see if I can finagle my way in.