• Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2011 – Photo Journal – Day 4 – Asobi Seksu

    Yuki Chikudate of Asobi Seksu.  Officially added to list of chicks who rawk. Day 4 SXSW music list is pretty light, as I attend Style X for the majority of the day.  (Well worth it!  Check out my post on the topic.)  The evening started off perfectly with smooth sounds of the Andrew Nafziger trio in the cool and cozy basement bar, The Elephant room. Eli Paperboy Reed.  I don’t do white boy R&B/soul very well, so….Plus the venue (Phoenix) was completely obnoxious. Pleasantly surprised by Asobi Seksu!  And glad that Roy told me that asobi seksu means kinky sex in Japanese before I went spouting off about that band…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2011 – Photo Journal – Day 3 – Dum Dum Girls

    Dee Dee of Dum Dum Girls.  Stylish, and they totally rock out to boot.  No one said it better than John Wendland: “I think they have great taste in tights. No, I’m serious.” Joy Formidable’s Ritzy Bryan.  We returned from a lunch break to what was unfortunately their last song.  However, I knew I was in love as I watcfhed Ritzy thrash around on the ground with guitar.  Luckily, we caught them in St. Louis a month or so later for a full set.  Want to change my name to Ritzy. Le Sera (Katy Goodman, also of the Vivian Girls) unleashed sweet, sunny pop on the Waterloo crowd. The Pains…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2011 – Photo Journal – Day 2 – Bob Geldof

    Highlight of SXSW Day 2, and one of the highlights of the entire festival: Bob Geldof.  A rock star like Mick Jagger is a rock star, exuding an unlikely combo of attitude and grace, Bob blew me away. Toro Y Moi.  All I have to say is:  GONG. John Grant with Midlake.  Midlake = Good.  John Grant = wanted to strangle.  Midlake, please leave your buddy at home.  JG should save his schtick for drunken karaoke parties. The sublime Civil Wars.  John Paul White is a bit Depp-ish, don’t you think? Steve Wynn and the Miracle 3 at the KDHX Twangfest party at Jovita’s. The Baseball Project, at the KDHX…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2011 – Photo Journal – Day 1: Duran Duran!

    One of my favorite photos: Simon LeBon in the shadows, checking out the crowd before going on stage. Obviously everyone on the planet knows this is John Taylor and Simon LeBon, but just in case.  It’s John Taylor and Simon LeBon of Duran Duran. Seeing Duran Duran was a giant thrill.  Bigger than I could have imagined, actually.  I’ve been Duran obsessed ever since.  Simon LeBon is a brilliantly hilarious tweeter…pretty much as you’d assume and hope he would be.  John Taylor: Prolific on the Twitter, and very generous in answering fan tweets.  Hearts flying out of my head for DD. Duran Duran capped off Day One of SX2011.  The…

  • Travel

    Namaskara and Mascara (okay…eyeliner)

    (The view of the Miami-like pool from my room at the Ista Bangalore.) I just returned from my 3rd trip to India. Before leaving, I’d been moping about the fact that this trip would be purely business, with no time for a side adventure and little potential for spiritual connection. (Reference 2005’s Ill-Fated Attempt to Attend a Yoga Class in India. It’s harder than you’d think.) However, upon my arrival at our ridiculously hip hotel I was greeted with Namaskara (Good Morning/Good Evening), accompanied by the namaskara mudra (prayer hands). Huh. How could I have missed this before? Similar to Namaste and the angeli mudra we use to close every…

  • Music,  Travel

    Austin post-script

    (Andrew and Lindsay) Yeah, it’s been months since I was last in Austin, but I couldn’t wrap up my SXSW coverage without mentioning our fab and very chill Sunday afternoon at Jo’s. Hanging at Jo’s Coffee is great even without entertainment, but the Sunday before we left we got to hear (for the first time) our friend Andrew’s trio (Andrew is married to my cute friend Mona) as well as the Jo’s house band, featuring Tina Rose (who married Mona and Andrew and is one of the warmest people you’ll ever meet). We’d seen Andrew play earlier in the week as he plays with Kelly Willis. He’s a busy guy.…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2007: Day 4 – Rooftops, tears and racoon tails

    (Goldrush rock Homeslice Pizza.) Does anyone still care about my last day at SXSW? Regardless, as my blog is more or less my diary, posterity dictates that I must complete this record of the experience. Besides, there are still good things to be shared. And so: Saturday in Austin was gorgeous and sunny. We started the day at Homeslice Pizza on South Congress. Yeah, it’s weird that even a pizza place has a back patio and a stage, but so it goes in Austin. Top on Roy’s list was seeing the Brit band Goldrush, and this was our last opportunity. Their 1:00 set was perfectly timed as I was starving.…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2007: Day 3 – Free shoes for musicians & the power pop marathon

    (Groovy giant lighted sign inside at the Jane party.) Friday was sunny and pleasantly chilly, and we decided to spend the afternoon hitting the party circuit. As a long-time subscriber, I managed to get on the guest list for the invite-only Jane magazine party, our first stop. Yes, I know that Jane is for 20-somethings and I realize that I am not a 20-something. I like to think that reading Jane keeps me hip. Hahahaha. C’mon, just let me think it. The Jane party was completely off the beaten path and not near any of the other festivities. After driving around looking for parking, then searching purses, pockets and every…

  • Music,  Travel

    SXSW 2007: Day 2 – The Queen of Myspace, 2nd tier energy drinks & the boots that broke my heart

    One of the many things I love about Austin, it’s just one good hair day after another. Not sure why that is….something to do with the climate and/or the water, no doubt, but as I don’t have many good hair days, this is a phenomenon that does not go unnoticed. Once again, I digress. Thursday’s action was delayed a few hours due to our seemingly neverending web issues and blogging demands (obviously not demands on me, as I’m just now blogging about the trip). I’d wanted to stop by the Found Magazine party, more to try to schmooze with Davy Rothbart and pick up the new Dirty Found magazine than…