SXSW Saturday  


Just one show, really. 

Just one show on Saturday.
The Casting Couch played in the basement gallery of a studio over by the Riverside dog park. A stroke of marketing genius, since many dogs have had their tastes dumbed down by tunes like "Squeakey-Deakey" and "Scratch My Back". Capture of the elusive canine crossover market is a small part of The Casting Couch's strategic marketing plan. So they played loud. Too loud at first, sending patrons running from the room, holding their ears. Then, after a judicious knob twist, it was just right. The magic moment occurred. A Staffordshire terrier mix, who just earlier was taking a casual dump on the lawn outside, wandered in, intrigued. He listened and sniffed, wagging his tail in critical affirmation of the raucous pop stylings. Then, in ran the Phosphorescent Horns, who proceeded to unbuckle their trumpets and trombones, and jam along with impromptu antiphonal arrangements of "Strawberry," Wendy's as yet unnamed song about death (a.k.a. "Wendy's Unnamed Song About Death"), and "Whiskey Skiffle."

Antiphonal Couch! - (L to R) Lynn, Julie, some people, a ladder, and the Phosphorescent Horns.

Lynn blows blue light out of his tuba, as Phosphorescent horn tries to catch up.

So, then, a rush to surprise a good friend on her birthday, and the rain & good conversation & grilled pork tubes & tasty beer built up a inertia that could not be overcome, so all the great shows last night went unheard by me.

Which is fine. I don't think I'll go the wristband route again next year. By focussing on the free daytime parties, and a showcase, I could find a more economical way to have fun. Still, there's DJ Jester and Pong playing tonight, so the SXSW is not yet finished.  

Posted: Sun - March 20, 2005 at 09:19 AM           |

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