First off, I forgot to mention that I gave Ariel Pink a little hug last night during Animal Collective’s set.
And then today, I gave a big hug to working class hero Leah Archibald, the singing-songwriting center of Wide Right. She certainly needed it. Wide Right was scheduled to play an unofficial SXSW show at Casino El Camino. But due to rain, the show was cancelled. So she flew here from Brooklyn for nothing and was heading straight back there in a few hours (buy a fuckin’ tarp or something, Casino El Camino!). I found her upstairs with her brother-in-law where she told me that her back gave out last night. So she was trying to make the best of the stiff-backed couch near the pool tables. I was about to take her picture underneath a nifty psychotronic horror film poster. But after she applied some lipstick, my digital camera told me to change the batteries EVEN THOUGH I JUST DID.
Basically, all of Austin became an airport which was how it felt for me too. Still, I got to hug two of my musical idols of the Aughties (Wide Right’s Sleeping on the Couch was my favorite album of 2005)!
I’m just not getting the hang of this blogging thing. Clearly, my bricklayer approach to writing does not suit the thrill a minute world of instant publication. Thus, it was entirely suitable that I arrived at the blogger panel (moderated by sometime Voice scribe Jason Gross) seconds before it finished. The only other panel I caught was an excruciatingly dull one on box sets. No one seemed to grasp the evil money-grubbing nature of these things, throwing around phrases like “the definitive document of the artist” or “they can have everything together.” The only definitive aspect of box sets is that they can never be definitive nor “everything,” just like any other capitalist product. Only Shawn Amos, A&R for Shout! Factory, injected a much-needed dose of cynicism, deeming most box sets “vanity projects.”