[SXSW RECAP] Part 1
"Ohhhh" and "kay"... these are the only words that we can find right now to describe the past week. We touched down in the glorious land of Austin, TX on March 5th, and from that moment until now, there is a lot of recapping to be done.
Where shall we begin? Possibly with the fact that the first 24 hours in Austin saw us with cancelled flights, running in to Marcus Mumford at the airport, our very first Lonestar, stuffing our faces with brisket, motivational ted-talks, live music and reacquainting with old friends. Our evening progressed with a trip to The ABGB, where we tasted delicious craft beers and pizza while getting a grand tour of our showcasing venue.
With little sleep and copious amounts of adrenaline, the following [very early] morning commenced with our first day of work at SXSW. While working our shift on the 'red carpet' (if you could call it that) for the film premier of Jon Favreau's 'Chef' we were treated to a few celebrity sightings. Watching Gary Clark Jr. waltz through with his stylishly outfitted posse, led us to the assumption that he is not far off from achieving the coolness of Mr. Lenny Kravitz.
Nestled somewhere amongst the madness was Nicola's birthday, which we chose to celebrate with potent cocktails in the back of an airstream trailer at our new favourite venue The Empire Control Room. This proved to be one of our most frequented venues of the whole festival, not only because it is one of the best new spots in town and had an amazing line-up, but because our newest Willow Wood member, the very lovely Lillian Lee hooked us up with VIP treatment every time we visited. Big love.
During one of our shifts working at Stubb's BBQ during the Paypal event where Snoop Dogg/Lion (whatever animal he claims to be these days) was playing, we were unfortunate enough to witness Nicolas Cage's plastic face trying to barge his way through security. We met the very lovely Chet Faker outside The Mohawk after his soulful and soothing set, complimenting him on his crooning vocals and joking about coming all the way to Austin and running in to an Australian, of all people. At some point (the days are all blending in to one another by this stage) we stopped in to The Blackheart down on Rainey St to chat business and meet our bar tender friend aka Johnny Depp lookalike.
Several more visits to our beloved Empire Garage saw us side-stage for future soulstress Kelela, as well as dancing around like we thought we were all that to Chromeo's DJ set (they were a last-minute addition after Ratking was boycotted from all SXSW venues for supposedly beating up a girl at a previous show). We also caught a very sweaty and high-energy performance from Vintage Trouble, in which Ty Taylor climbed over the barrier in to the audience and made the crowd crouch to the floor with him.
All this before music week had even begun...