After Little Rock we made the long trek down to Austin once again. What goes around comes back around. That pretty much sums up Austin Texas' effect on...well...all bands ever.
This time we were in town for the Coyote Slingshot show at the Super Secret Records showcase show at Beerland. That place is THE BEST and the people who run it are like comic book superheros of rock and roll. Check out this AMAZING sign our homie Max Dropout made. (And I mean this with no irony, despite posting it on a blog. This blog knows it's place as an attempt to entertain friends and family with our wacky misadventures. We ain't no self absorbed music bloggers.)
The show went fantastic! The crowd might not have been huge, but those there were pretty awed. Word is he got some pretty jaded Austin music people stoked, saying things like "this is gonna be the best thing I see at SXSW". Here's a video of "Pickup Everything". My bro...what a dude.
Flailing them arms, as always.
Our digestions have been so hunky dory this whole long trip, but that night's dinner of Wendy's chicken sandwiches was, I guess, one toke over the line.
First it took Hilary. She started feeling bad at the club, pretty much right after Dom's set. When we got home it had developed enough for...well...this to happen. Like, a lot. For a couple days and nights.
It seemed like food poisoning - both from the way she felt, and from the fact that she was the only one sick...
So the next day Dom and I went out and about. Our big to-do was to check out Ghost Mall (our new bros4life after Little Rock) at SnakeBySnakeWest - the Ben Snakepit curated show in the parking lot of I Love Video. We missed their set because we're stupid, but it was rad to see them again!
(The sub mission was to meet Ben Snakepit, which was awesome! We were too bashful to get a pic though, so I got one of this parking sign instead.)
After that we had a few shows we were thinking of checking out, like Pictureplane (which turned out to be the next day...) and Fucked Up in the Beerland parking lot.
But when we were driving around I started to notice some discomfort in my belly...
We skipped the shows and went back to where we were staying.
Then...
Turns out it wasn't food poising.
So our extra special take on South by South West was seeing no shows (except for Dom's), and instead milking the rotten teet of the completely immobilizing hell goblin we humans call 'the stomach flu'.
(You might wonder if Dom is immune or somehow invincible. Nope. As I write this he's trying to drowned out the sound his screaming stomach with dat pink stuff.)
I'm by no means complaining though. There's nothing like puking in the same toilet to bring a couple together. And none of us really minded not seeing any shows. We've been on the road a month, seeing shows almost every night, and even though so many great bands we would love to see live were playing, we were all totally chill about just sitting it out on the side lines. Puking.
Before we left we we're able to snap a photo of this HERO. His name is Richard. He runs Super Secret Records. He embodies what is good about rock and roll, as well as life in general. We love you very much Richard. Thanks for everything.
I really hope you watched that entire JT video. If you didn't go back to the top and try again. It's got fucking ScarJo in it.
bad ass as usual
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