[SXSW RECAP] Part 2
For us, SXSW music week really kicked off with our own unofficial showcase on the 12th March. Despite our months of planning and organising, we couldn't help but feel that rush of nervous excitement you get before a party or exam or other such important moment of kind of 'proving' yourself.
As all the bands and our team started arriving and settling in it was evident that we really had absolutely nothing to be nervous about. Well, until The ABGB owner Mark came up to us and told us playfully that he wanted us to get up on stage and introduce ourselves and the bands... With a bit of a pep talk from Quiet Life (thanks boys) we awkwardly rambled in to the microphone for a bit (I truly cannot remember what we said) before sheepishly returned to the side-lines where we belong.
Quiet Life kicked off the night with their charming and wholesome Americana, after telling us their story, how they are scattered all over the place and rehearsed in their hotel room earlier that day. Next up our friends Them Vibes from Nashville brought to the stage some high-energy, crooked, dirty Rock'n'Roll. Fellow Californian's (and now practically members of the family) Jesus Sons continued on the old-school Rock'n'Roll trip, complete with an American flag draped over their drum-kit. Much-hyped (and well deserved) James Supercave brought a more sultry and alternative feel to the evening, after Lauren and the lead singer, Joaquin discovered they went to high school together. Adding to the feeling that this world we live in is much smaller than we realise, Nicola discovered several mutual friends over beers with members of OXBLVD. These Aussie swampy blues-rockers got the late-night crowd up and dancing, Nicola was swooped (against her will... kind of) in to some sort of two-step/line-dancing/god-knows-what lesson.
Throughout the night, in the beer garden outside, we were graced with the sweet and sassy tunes of Santa Cruz songstress Lizzie Franck. Alternating between sets with Lizzie was back-of-his-van-based nomad Clayton Severson, looking the part in his cowboy hat and harmonica neck holder. The evening ended up with our WW crew, the Jesus Sons clan, and a few extra characters back at our house on Willow Street, drinking moonshine, and playing old T-Rex records in what we are jokingly (but not so jokingly) calling the 'Willow Wood official after-party'. What a perfect end to a flawless evening.