SKSW Guest Blog: Black Diet pt.3Mar 15, 2014
"Point is, I wasn’t ready for the day. But it was a good day. I skipped a shower and headed down to Holy Mountain. Cause we had a show there. Our first ever show at SXSW. Not nervous at all. Not short of breath. Not trying to imbibe the fear away. Never."
Yesterday morning was uncomfortable. There’s this trend of me striking out alone around bar close in hopes of catching the end of a set, failing, and then wandering to my lodging with a dead phone and an approximation of where that lodging actually is. I end up groping through the dark in hopes of finding a landmark/not dying. You wouldn’t believe how many people just howl into the night seemingly unprompted. Point is, I wasn’t ready for the day. But it was a good day. I skipped a shower and headed down to Holy Mountain. Cause we had a show there. Our first ever show at SXSW. Not nervous at all. Not short of breath. Not trying to imbibe the fear away. Never.
The set went well. We were happy. My heart was warmed and I couldn’t believe my life. Astronautalis followed and I saw most of his set, which was good duh. After so many nerve drinks, I decided to rest in a room. Upon entering I thought “Where are the urinals? That’s weird.” As I was washing my hands, which everyone should always do, Sonia the First Ave mainroom booker/general wizard sidled up next to me. I wish there were a camera to capture the moment the pigment fled my face. Wrong restroom, and Sonia was there. Maaannnnnnn. After a brief detour decompressing with Garrison at a place, I returned to catch Sonny Knight’s set, which beat up the room. I can’t remember the last time I saw a more enthusiastic crowd. Sonny is really good.
I’m here with Mugsy as I write this, and she swears we went to a place called Casino Camino and ate some sort of sausage. I vaguely recall this. I do, however, remember going to Rock the Cause right after. We saw a band from Fremont, which is apparently near Disneyland. They had great voices, but France Camp is better. I saw Shon of Enemy Planes there, and he is still a dreamboat. Here’s where it got interesting. We all ventured downtown toward a placed called Speakeasy. I waited until we were one block away to ask what we were going to see. Tinariwen. I will not betray my sensibilities here, but I did not want to see Tinariwen.
Garrison tells me he’s at Cheer Up Charlie’s. I leave the group, only to walk to the wrong location. Charlie has moved. And my phone is dead. Things fall apart. Charlie’s is hosting a party thrown by Solange Knowles, who I saw perform here last year. It’s an unannounced party. Ahhhhhhh shoot. I spot Garrison, who feels like a life raft at this point. I love Garrison. Moments later Lizzo, Sophia, and Spider Baybie walk in. My home is here, and I am happy. I saw three performers. Moses, Kelela, and Tweet. Y’all remember Tweet. She was in that whole Missy Elliot Timbaland collective way back when. Tweet was the best, but they were all life affirming. They were all the best sets I’ve seen all week. Moses’ voice lilts, glides, soothes. He is so good. Kelela I’d heard on record, I did not enjoy her record. She tore it up, and made a fool of me. There is a picture from last night of me hugging Tweet. Who has that photo, and was doesn’t she get automatic shares of Twitter? Seems unfair.
I walked to Garrison’s condo with he and a Brazilian woman he was trying to kiss. She was with a friend, who was terrible. “She’s French,” the Brazilian woman explained. Never will I ever go to France. I slept on a too small couch, and woke up early this morning to wander downtown Austin, anonymous and alone.