SO (fact-checkers start your engines), anyway, day three of SXSW tends to be the tipping-point day, where the first round of burnt-out attendees head home, and when some people have finally handled all their official obligations and are now free to just party. It's a day where the playbook starts to get scrapped and you just run to see the band you keep hearing about or the one that happens to match the mood you're in. Your feet are trashed, fatigue has completely set in, and this is usually when all the great stuff happens by accident.
For me, today had a few magical and spontaneous moments in addition to hobbled arches and baggy eyes. The first was a really inspired flash of last minute improvisation. After her full band set, my artist Blair was tacked on to do a solo gig at the Little Radio party right before Autolux went on. The catch was that this mini-set involved putting a microphone and Blair on the bar as they changed out gear on the main stage. With sun beaming into the room and glinting off a hundred Tecate cans, she played a warm and fluid few songs and climbed down grinning from ear to ear.
Later in the evening after a few stops at the Windish/Pitchfork party, the Monte Negro set at the Batanga party, the Paradigm party and the Frank151 party, I headed out to the Enchanted Forest, which is pretty much what the name would lead you to imagine. Nestled in a random corner of the southern part of town, the
Leaving the week's most unique venue, I drove by Antone's, only to find the Vampire Weekend line had reached Arctic Monkey proportions. Instead I ventured over to the Sub Pop showcase, where I found myself quickly lost in the enveloping presence of the Helio Sequence, who were mind-blowingly good. With their rich chords and driving rhythms drifting over me and the ninety-ish-degree day fully evaporated into a crisp and beautiful night, time stood still for just a little bit and a half-week of hard running around centered itself on contact.
Aside from the Helio Sequence, Sub Pop's SXSW lineup features a host of other great bands including Fleet Foxes, Grand Archives and Blitzen Trapper. That particular threesome actually played the Troubadour a few weeks ago in a night that somehow recaptured the room's history and rechanneled the fabled
While the ’60s always seem to be coming back in some fashion, the ’70s aren't down for the count either. With gestures to Grand Funk Railroad, White Denim threw down with a hard-charging set and, coupled with Parlor Mob, Dead Meadow and Howlin Rain, make a solid case for the notion that expansive riff-based guitar rock is officially back in business. Not that artfully textured keyboard-assisted rock is out either—one of the day's other standouts was Florida's Summerbirds in the Cellar, who dazzled the Fly South day party with keenly crafted songs and elegantly offered hooks.
Anyway, for those looking to just go with the flow today, there were a lot of great destinations to reach as this year's SXSW heads into the home stretch.
MUSIC'S MOST BEWILDERING NIGHT
Gauchos got what they'd long deserved, 20 years too late. (12/30a)
TOP 50: A LITTLE SZA, A WHOLE LOTTA CHRISTMAS
We won't have to hear "The Little Drummer Boy" again for 10 months. (12/27a)
PHOTO GALLERY: PICS OF THE WEEK OF THE YEAR (PART TWO)
More weasel photo ops (12/30a)
TOP 50: A LITTLE SZA, A WHOLE LOTTA CHRISTMAS
The final album chart of the year (12/27a)
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NOW WHAT?
We have no fucking idea.
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AI IS ALREADY EATING YOUR LUNCH
The kids can tell the difference... for now.
WHO'S BUYING THE DRINKS?
That's what we'd like to know.
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