This year’s SXSW festival was tainted by tragedy when a drunk driver plowed into a crowd of people, killing three and injuring 23. One of the people in that car’s path was 18-year-old Mason Endres, who was walking with a friend when she was hit. She sustained a concussion, cervical spine fracture, broken nose, cracked femur, and a severed artery in her leg, and has been in the hospital since last Thursday. Endres had come to the festival to see her favorite local band, Jared & The Mill, but never got the chance. When the band heard that Endres, who is one of their biggest fans, had been hurt, they decided to bring the show to her, gathering in her hospital room to give her a private concert. “The pure excitement of everything got me through today,” said Endres. “Today I felt better than I ever thought I’d feel in the hospital.” Endres’ recovery process will be long and difficult, but it’s so good to see the healing power of music in action. [The Daily Dot]
South by Southwest, the annual music/film/tech/excuse to eat tacos festival, began last week. It’s a great way to see a bunch of bands and network, we suppose, but it’s also an opportunity to make new friends, in exchange for “services.” At least according to one Craigslist poster, who offered perhaps one of the creepier SXSW living arrangements.
So says the ad from user “Daniel,” “This is a simple deal: A free place to stay with many extras in exchange for your services.” Oh, services? What a quaint way of demanding sex! Check out the full add after the jump. Keep reading »
Dree Hemingway is a full-time babe. She’s the great granddaughter of Ernest Hemingway, and was the model featured in the ads for Justin Bieber’s Someday perfume. So yeah, hardcore babe. So what’s up with this total mom dress she’s wearing to the SXSW afterparty for her new film “Starlet”? What do you think? Tell us in the comments.
BBH, the same ad agency behind Axe body spray’s noxiously viral campaigns, have hit the streets of massive internet partyapocalypse South by Southwest this week – well, actually, they haven’t hit any such streets. But they have outfitted 10 homeless men with 4G wireless devices and T-shirts stating “I Am a Homeless Hotspot.” Internerds struggling for web connectivity are prompted to tip the men $2 for each 15 minutes of access. That’s just enough time to refresh your own Twitter mentions and stew in your own complicity in what now passes for charity. Keep reading »
The moment Sally Seltmann started to sing at the Presbyterian Church during SXSW, my ears instantly perked up. Maybe it was the sound of her angelic voice in a dimly lit church or her jaunty, delicate melodies that got me. After hearing her perform songs from her soon-to-be-released album, Heart That’s Beating (due out on April 9), I couldn’t wait to meet her. I sat down with the Aussie—who used to perform under the name New Buffalo and who wrote Feist’s mega-hit “1, 2, 3, 4″—over some French toast at The Old Pecan Street Café. And she was just as lovely and ethereal in person as she sounded in church. Keep reading »
SXSW is officially over. Teardrop. I seriously can’t put into words how much fun it was. My yearly trip to SXSW is important to me. Why? Duh. Because music is my soul. And even more importantly, because I think of it as my annual chance to practice being spontaneous (not my strong suit), to go with the flow, and reap the rewards. So that’s what I did. Keep reading »
This morning I’m trying to recover from a musicover. I took in more live shows than my body could handle yesterday, was little bit overwhelmed by too much wonderfulness. Lots of coffee, a Tylenol , and maybe some dude watching should do the trick.
I knew yesterday was going to be the best day so far when we sat next to the band Metric at brunch. Because that’s just how it is at SXSW. You may be waiting in line for a port-o-potty with your favorite band or sipping coffee at the table next to them. Okay, that was just the build up to the good news … I got passes to the exclusive Spin Magazine party. Hell yeah!
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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. Keep reading »
As I sit here in the lobby updating you about the crunk goings-on at SXSW, there is an impromptu concert going on in the lobby of my hotel. Yeah … the lobby. Because that’s how they roll here in Austin. I haven’t even finished my morning coffee yet and I’m listening to a dope cover of Blu Cantrell’s “Hit ‘Em Up Style” Also, I should mention that I’ve seen at least 14 guys that have made me drool in the last 10 minutes. They are everywhere! This is a freaking man Mecca! But I’m here for the music, right? Keep reading »
In case you’ve been living in an abandoned cave for the last 10 years and you haven’t heard of the annual South by Southwest (SXSW) festival in Austin, TX, then let me paint a picture for you. Downtown Austin gets crunk while thousands of hot indie rock and film dudes and dudettes from all over the world swarm the streets of Austin like a pack of sexy killer bees. There is film, music, drinking, networking (aka hooking up) and general debauchery. There are shows every hour on the hour at every possible venue—even the local Pita Pit and Laundromat have live shows—from 4 p.m. until 2 a.m. for five days straight. Are you getting the picture yet? Well, I’m on a plane right now … headed there. Squeal! After the jump, what I’m most excited about for SXSW 2010. Keep reading »