SKSW Guest Blog: The Cloak Ox pt.3Mar 15, 2014
"I did manage to watch my buddy Dosh do his thing to cap off the evening and after that I returned to my room and collapsed in a heap, TV quietly flickering Jersey Shore, and a muffled rumble of some band's bass line pushing it's way through our window. No escape."
Dear Radio K,
Hey, I'm still at South by Southwest. It's raining outside as I wake up, the perfect setting for my reflective blog musings. My calves and feet are cursing me right now. PRO TIP: wear comfortable shoes to this thing if you're going to be walking around all damn day everywhere. My lil' boat shoes were not a good decision. I wonder if Foot Locker has a sick ass day party going on?
Yesterday we played at First Avenue's day party at Holy Mountain which was a lot of fun. I did notice a drop off in crowd energy from the night before, but I'd guess that 3 in the afternoon is more like laid-back hangout time than wild out in the club time, so I didn't take it too personally. I met Sonny Knight, who despite repeatedly addressing me as "Pete", was a great guy and I really enjoyed his performance with The Lakers.
Most of the rest of my day was spent walking around. My morning walk was pointless, aimless. Watching anonymous bands writhe around on stages in parking lots at 11am for 5 random onlookers. Taco stand guy like "we're all out of tacos right now bro." Long lines snaking around the block of people waiting to get into something called Spotify House. Aren't we all supposed to hate Spotify? Jeremy said last night, and I agree, that an unmic'ed crash cymbal in the daytime is the saddest sound in the world.
After our gig wrapped up, I walked down to Waterloo Records outdoor stage and watched Tinariwen, a group of Tuareg musicians from Mali who play hypnotic, super funky, super raw and deep Sahara desert blues. This was my first time seeing them live and I was very impressed. They are astounding players and singers and I could have handled seeing them play for twice as long as they did. My calves and feet are paying the price today for hoofing it down there and back, but I'm glad I did.
The evening last night consisted of more aimless wandering among hordes of drunken partyers, trying and failing to catch sets by my friends' bands because walking around trying to find stuff took forever. I did manage to watch my buddy Dosh do his thing to cap off the evening and after that I returned to my room and collapsed in a heap, TV quietly flickering Jersey Shore, and a muffled rumble of some band's bass line pushing it's way through our window. No escape.