To relieve the itching and burning, I headed to the Listen.com-sponsored hacks & flacks reception. Since Listen is trying to save on dough, it was a clever idea to schedule the open-bar soiree at 1:30, before I'd even had lunch. We then headed to the Sub Pop party, with ex-Sub Pop GM/current Gracenote VP of Label Relations John Schuch riding shotgun. Unfortunately, the beer ran out in 29 minutes—we were counting—so we headed out to lunch at a real restaurant before lining up at the Revolution magazine party, where DreamWorks' Creeper Lagoon impressed and Atlantic's the Cult—yes, that Cult—showed that the teenpop-classic rock pendulum is swinging back.
From there I went off-site. Much as the Sundance Film Festival has spawned Slamdance, bands not included at SXSW use the number of industry bottom feeders in town to draw some attention. Tonight it was Houston's StarFX at some weird-ass punk club halfway to the airport. With the right song, these guys could be huge. Of course, with the right song, I could be huge.
For the next several hours, I wandered in and out of clubs looking for something decent, but other than Pleasure Forever, it was mostly nothing. So, with my feet aching and the knowledge that I had to get up at 6:30 to catch my flight, I went home early.
My scorecard shows at least 50 bands, 50+ beers (90% paid for by other people, by the way, Lenny) and a handful of free meals. The lessons learned were mostly dulled by Shiner Bock, but I'm sure they had something to do with the need for earplugs and comfortable shoes.
See you next year.
THE COUNT: COACHELLA, FROM THE COUCH
The coziest way to experience the fest (4/18a)
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THE NEW UMG
Gosh, we hope there are more press releases.
TIKTOK BANNED!
Unless the Senate manages to make this whole thing go away, that is.
THE NEW HUGE COUNTRY ACT
No, not that one.
TRUMP'S CAMPAIGN PLAYLIST
Now 100% unlicensed!
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