Two Diaries from South by Southwest #19, Part Two

What's the Only Industry That Holds Its Trade Show Around a Keg?

 

Red Eyed Fly, 9:00 p.m.
Tonight is the last night in Austin for most SXSW tourists. Eyes droop involuntarily and a ringing in the ears is inescapable. It takes a special band to entertain a pack of zombies. Portland's Menomena accept the challenge with collage rock and more live instruments than three guys should be able to handle. Keyboardist/guitarist/percussionist Brent Knopf seems to enjoy the set as much as the fans who yell "Thank you!" after every song. One minute he's flashing a quirky smile as if to say Where's that organ coming from? and the next he's letting his eyes roll back, lost in a transcendent moment. As if to agree, a girl behind me fills a dramatic mid-song pause with an orgasmic gasp. One last band has had their way with us. Let's call it a night.

The Go! Team turned in one of the dopest recorder jams of the whole dang festival
Tony Nelson
The Go! Team turned in one of the dopest recorder jams of the whole dang festival

Read Bridgette Reinsmoen's SXSW diary here.

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