i feel like a robot. or like, a dead person. there is too much pizza/beer/sun. it is possible. yet ima tough it out and get through the next 2.5 days until my return venture back to chicagoland. let's see here, what went down wednesday. . . started off the day early, checked out muzzle of bees' day party at habana calle 6 just in time for a lone star tallboy and peter wolf criier, a midwestern duo who just signed onto jaguar records, label home to bon iver. very melodic, some screaming falsetto harmonies, mad mad mad percussionist and a charismatic front man ("i'm a school teacher, i should be grading papers about now - you all appear to be well respected people with jobs," i shake my head, "not you?" nope, "good for you!")
show was an excellent kickoff, for sure. i downloaded their album shortly before this trip and look forward to revisiting it upon my return. then we headed to maggie mae's to catch a friend's band play and stock up on free bbq and beverages. it was on a shaded rooftop. and freezing! but we headed then to flamingo cantina for team clermont's day case in time to catch the electronic poppy sounds of jeremy jay. gave a couple old pals a round of high fives, chugged a brew, danced a bit. post clermont i tried to catch the schubas/lincoln hall party to see hood internet, but misread my directions and wound up about 20 blocks north of where i was supposed to be - which fortunately was only 3 blocks from my next destination - side bar on 7th. went to catch phantogram, but got a surprise when we walked in to think about life setting up. i was supposed to check this canadian four piece on sunday at schubas but didnt make it. i'm glad i did this time around. amazingly energetic, loud and an overall clamor of dance rock chaos, i really dug this set. may be my fave so far. i chatted with the singer for a bit post show and they agreed to do a 5 questions feature for muzzle of bees which was super cool.
then this white jewish hip hop dude named kosha dillz kept chatting me up. "i could really use some cute girls with bright leggings out there," uhhhhhh, what. "whats your name" uhhhh, jodi and you are? "kosha dillz." your mom named you kosha dillz? i'm sorry. "oh, no, she named me rami." ooook. well rami was trying his a-game really hard for a long time. that's why it was so hilarious when i went out back to check his show and found out he was postponed for 45 minutes becuase he got hit by a taxi. walking. yep. so post-show, "hey girl hey". so you got hit by a car??? "uhh, yeah" as he leaves. hahahhahaa. oh shit. funniest ever.
but next up was the ever always amazing phantogram who i caught at schubas a month or so back. even outside, their sound was super fantastic. got a lot of pics and vids of their set i'll post up later. great afternoon of music overall for sure. post side bar we wandered over to meet court for some brews. then we trekked to the bat bridge where "thousands and thousands of bats" nearly made a nother friend "crap himself." WEAKASS BATS. i was pretty hammered and expecting an iron maiden video. this i did not get. instead, maybe 200 or so bats fluttererd around all gracefully and shit like birds. NOT HARDCORE AT ALL. i was hoping for blood and death. not at all. this was our sign to head home for the night, at least for court and i, stace managed to make a new friend to party with. court and i, however, are much more hardcore than partying in downtown austin. we instead picked up a 6 pack of tallboys, 3 bags of chips and crawled in o ur respective hotel beds to watch a special on porn on cnbc. so if you texted me last night asking me to meet up and i declined, you now understand why. craziest part was on the shuttle ride home when i was chatting up this dude from milwaukee who had spent the entire day interviewing ryan from muzzle of bees. "yeah dude i write for them" for who? "for muzzle of bees" i dont think he believed me. i was really trashed. he was painfully sober. overall, im sure i left a pretty cool impression with him. "MUSHLE OVBEEZ!" ugh.
so here i am, sipping lukewarm folgers in a styrofoam cup, hair a mess, red tittyfuck tanlines on my chest from my v-cut dress yesterday. in pain, cramping from nasty bfast sausage sandwiches and dirty. gotta get ready for a bbq and fader fort. oh goodness.
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