SXSW Day Two – March 13th
After I saw Youngbloode Hawke, and Dave and Scott saw Teagan & Sarah, we met up in a 200 year old Presbyterian Church to see Georgia’s Kelly Hogan out shine the organ with her own pipes, it was mesmerizing. After this, Ryan Bingham took the stage to play his California style country that echoed pleasantly through our ears until we were spent and hailed a cab and called it a night.
The next day, while gathering ourselves after some delicious pizza at Coal Vines, we stumbled into our new friends from Royal Canoe boarding a cherry colored double decker bus in a parking lot. They were playing on top of it for Vyclone, which is apparently hosting a group of British people living on this bus for a year. It wasn’t a large bus, but the entire bottom floor was basically a pub, so it couldn’t be too bad. While they set up, I ran 16 blocks to get earplugs to soothe the ears of Scott and David, who spent too much time in front of horns and speakers at the Macklemore & Ryan Lewis show. While I was gone, they saw Dave Grohl, which would suck if my calves were not so righteously toned after my jaunt, so I’m clearly not jealous… After listening to Royal Canoe play, we walked around downtown aimlessly until we were contacted by American Aquarium about doing an Acoustic Alley session on the fly, which we did and one day you will hopefully see it, but I doubt it will be ready tonight.
After the session and having a couple of swigs of soda pop, Scott and I hustled across town to catch Wild Feathers and caught the end of Faye, a British folk singer with a powerful voice, reminiscent of Florence and the Machine. Shortly after, Wild Feathers took the stage and played a phenomenal high energy set of alt-country that is appropriately originated from Nashville, Tennessee. Scott and I booked it afterwards to find the bar that Allah-Las were playing at, as it appeared by the map that the venue was under a highway bridge, which is relatively accurate. We ended up meeting up with David, who had spent his time going the wrong direction away from the Kendrick Lamar show, then taking a pedi-cab to the show only to be stuck watching it from a window.
Allah-Las grooved through the majority of their Catamaran album. We returned to the massive river of people that flood 6th Street and made our way to the Stage on Sixth to catch James McCauley finish a solo set before he and the other boys in Diamond Rugs took the stage. Diamond Rugs gleefully played through hits off of their self-titled 2012 debut album while doing all the things that these true-to-form rockers are known to do. Unfortunately for someone, McCauley refrained from lighting his pubes on fire tonight, but he did chug a beer without his hands and Hardy Morris did ride McCauley’s shoulder, but that’s just the kind of things you should expect when these guys take the stage. After this, we walked to see a line for Flume that wrapped around the venue, so we moved along to our next destination to see Maserati, a prog-rock band out of Athens. We were a bit early, so Dave took the opportunity to do a interview Maserati guitarist Coley Dennis before they took stage. Aside from a tiny problem with a head blowing at very beginning of the set, Maserati got to work blowing minds as they shredded through tracks off of their 2012 album, Maserati VII. Midway through, we left to go catch the second half of another Athens based band, New Madrid, who plays alt-country jam rock. We gave them the secret Georgia handshake, that David doesn’t even know yet and hailed a cab home for the night