Burberry Takes On Austin
The 7am flight I took today from Austin to Seattle (by way of Phoenix) was rough. REALLY rough. I blame it on the vodka sodas. It’s all their fault. It was they who compelled me to send a shed load of ridiculous text messages (“Where are you!?” “You hate me!” “You suck!” “I love you!” “Let’s get another drink!” and so on). It was they who compelled me to shove cigarettes and meat-laden pizza in my gob. It was they who kept me up until 4:30 am and it was they who emboldened me to stand up front at The Spits. Man I musta been an odd sight at that show: frilly pink dress on, cocktail in one hand and immaculate Burberry bag in the other, pushing towards the front like a linebacker. It was so un-punk rock that maybe it's kinda punk rock? Oh I dunno. Anyways, the bag made it out okay but the dress is fucked. Spits you owe me a dress.
And while I am only describing the events of last nite, the other three days were much along the same trajectory: food, phone, booze and my friends’ bands. It’s funny - I had to travel all the way to Austin to connect with my Seattle friends, but it was worth it. I have some of the coolest pals a girl could hope for - super talented, super kind, super ace people. There were over 60 bands from Seattle at SX this year, including mine (Thee Sgt. Major III). Our town’s got some of the best shit going right now and I’m grateful to be a tiny part of it. Check out The Cops, The Pharmacy, Coconut Coolouts, The Beltholes, The Spits, Mark Pickeral and His Praying Hands and PUSA’s new record, These Are The Good Times People. All aceness! (Sad sidenote: I think most of the aforementioned Seattlites received boozy messages from me last night – good grief. My lack of phone etiquette is regrettable and I am forever flogging myself for it. If I don’t get a breathalyzer on my phone soon bridges are gonna start to burn methinks).
In the ‘other’ department, Ringo Deathstarr from Austin are total KILL. The Shackletons from PA (I think) are total SHIT (prop flowers are never a good idea, dude) and Monotonix from Tel Aviv put on the wildest live show I’ve ever seen. I was simultaneously repulsed and in love. You have GOTTA see them. And while I’m bummed I missed The Breeders and The Slits, I did finally get to see my beloved Mae Shi from L.A.
Now I’m home, weary and exhausted. Oh yeah, and BROKE. My purse got nicked the first night with all my stuff in it. Totally suckulizes. So I'm soothing myself with Dr. Pepper and Lifetime Television for Women. Tonight there is some movie on with Alyssa Milano where she plays a wisegal trying to disentangle herself from the mob. She’s got like a dual-romance thing going with a cop and a wiseguy (at least that’s how it looks from the preview). Think I’m gonna text her and wish her luck. Bad idea?
And while I am only describing the events of last nite, the other three days were much along the same trajectory: food, phone, booze and my friends’ bands. It’s funny - I had to travel all the way to Austin to connect with my Seattle friends, but it was worth it. I have some of the coolest pals a girl could hope for - super talented, super kind, super ace people. There were over 60 bands from Seattle at SX this year, including mine (Thee Sgt. Major III). Our town’s got some of the best shit going right now and I’m grateful to be a tiny part of it. Check out The Cops, The Pharmacy, Coconut Coolouts, The Beltholes, The Spits, Mark Pickeral and His Praying Hands and PUSA’s new record, These Are The Good Times People. All aceness! (Sad sidenote: I think most of the aforementioned Seattlites received boozy messages from me last night – good grief. My lack of phone etiquette is regrettable and I am forever flogging myself for it. If I don’t get a breathalyzer on my phone soon bridges are gonna start to burn methinks).
In the ‘other’ department, Ringo Deathstarr from Austin are total KILL. The Shackletons from PA (I think) are total SHIT (prop flowers are never a good idea, dude) and Monotonix from Tel Aviv put on the wildest live show I’ve ever seen. I was simultaneously repulsed and in love. You have GOTTA see them. And while I’m bummed I missed The Breeders and The Slits, I did finally get to see my beloved Mae Shi from L.A.
Now I’m home, weary and exhausted. Oh yeah, and BROKE. My purse got nicked the first night with all my stuff in it. Totally suckulizes. So I'm soothing myself with Dr. Pepper and Lifetime Television for Women. Tonight there is some movie on with Alyssa Milano where she plays a wisegal trying to disentangle herself from the mob. She’s got like a dual-romance thing going with a cop and a wiseguy (at least that’s how it looks from the preview). Think I’m gonna text her and wish her luck. Bad idea?
Comments
posted on Mar 18 at 11:15 pm
Holy shit! Sounds like an absolute blast and I wish I could've made it out there. "It was so un-punk rock that maybe it's kinda punk rock!" Is that quotable? I nearly fell out of my chair when I read that. Bummer about getting your stuff pimped. Anyway thanks as this post made my day...
posted on Mar 20 at 2:59 pm
uhhm the Spits owe you a dress? I saw you jumping up front like a 14 year year old all jacked up on redbull and malt liquor!
posted on Mar 26 at 12:09 pm
yeah i think i was trying to light lots of cigarettes, too. ergh. I was also carrying a machete. and a CB radio.
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