Friday was the big one.
Friday night was the night I had been looking forward to for over a month, from the moment that Claire told me of the free secret show that would be happening in her Co-op. A free show consisting of, among many others, Japanther, Grimes, Pictureplane, Dan Deacon, and capped off with a performance by none other than Mr. Party himself, Andrew WK.
In Middle School, at the height of Mr. WK's popularity, and at the age where logically I should have been most into him, I really had no time for Andrew WK. Sure, I downloaded "Party Hard" on Limewire, but once I noticed that every other Andrew WK song sounded pretty much the same as "Party Hard" I lost interest. Where were all the sad impenetrable lyrics that I could pretend to understand and pretend to apply to my very difficult middle school life? "Oh I was so much older then..."
These days, the more irreverent and ridiculous a thing is, particularly music, the more likely I am to like it. Especially if it is made with a lot of enthusiasm. And Andrew WK has ridiculous and enthusiastic down like no one else. So, needless to say, I was quite excited.
The day started slow, because my old friend Josh and my new friend Saul had stayed over the night before and were into chilling during the day. Myself and the two of them went to Man Bites Dog, a gourmet hot dog place a very short walk away from my house, where Saul bought a Cartoon Dog for the three of us to share.
It had Peanut Butter, Jelly, and Captain Crunch on it. It was delicious.
Afterwards we snagged Emily, dropped Josh off at a friends house, and then Saul dropped Emily and I off down on 6th Street (the premiere Bar/Club/Bro/Bro-ette street in Austin- which is pictured at the top) so that we could sip on concealed Franzia and see the chaos that SXSW had surely wrought. And we were not disappointed.
Amongst the MASSIVE crowds of people there were, not surprisingly, a higher than normal amount of buskers of all kinds, including, quite surprisingly, a two person metal band shredding in the street in front of Death Metal Pizza (exactly what it sounds like). I tried to snap a picture of them, but they finished right before I could. So instead I snapped a picture of these people, doing something less awesome than playing a Flying V guitar:
Humanity's special friend was also there:
After walking the streets got tedious Emily and I headed to the Co-op where the show was going to be held. This was when Emily succeeded in her plan to convince me that we should both get 4 Lokos. I was convinced no good could come of it. So I bought a 40 too.
Next: What Comes Of It.
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