- Posted on Mar 14th 2012 5:50PM by Dan Reilly
-- 10:30AM First celeb sighting: My favorite comedian Mike Birbiglia. Unfortunately, this sighting occurred when I nearly knocked my suitcase over onto his leg while boarding our seemingly blogger-filled flight to Austin. He didn't notice, thankfully, and his headphones saved me from sputtering out some awkward words of fandom.
-- 4PM: The theme of SXSW this year seems to be waiting in lines. Between RSVP check-ins, barbecue joints and shows with big-name acts like Santigold and Miike Snow, it seems that people here don't mind queuing up for what looks like at least a 45-minute wait. They also don't mind telling the people doing the check-ins that they're a-holes with bad attitudes and, in what I'm pretty sure was a comment directed at me, "some VIP douchebag." Uh, that's journalist douchebag, ma'am.
-- 7:48: After about four or five hours of not really seeing anything that lived up to the "Keep Austin Weird" slogan, I saw a camel riding in a trailer behind a truck, a pedi-cab driver blasting AC/DC with a giant Darth Vader statue in the back of his ride, and a dude on stilts meandering down 6th street. Good to be back!
-- 10:12: Yelled at by bartender for the first time. My offense? Ordering a beer that they no longer had in stock.
-- 10:21: Chastized by concertgoer for being too tall, also for the first of many times. "Can we switch spots? You're two times my size and just stood in front of me."
-- 10:30PMish: Caught Santigold at La Zona Rosa. She was dressed like an insane Barbie and had two back-up dancers that, at one point, I'm pretty sure were swinging around croquet mallets. So that happened.
-- 11:15: Saw M. Ward at Stubb's. Conversation between me and Spinner Canada editor Josh Ostroff:
Him: "This is good, but it would be so much better if Zooey Deschanel showed up."
Me: "I could pretty much say that about every situation in my life."
Then we talked at length about how much we like 'New Girl.' Judge us.
-- 12:47AM: Benevolent screaming match between me and bartender after I order a Lone Star. "How much?" I yell over Miike Snow's loudness. "It's free!" she yells back, though I can't understand. This happens three more times until I realize I've been at an open bar event for well over an hour without knowing it. I'm totally losing my edge, man.
-- 12:59: I see puppies.
-- 1:15ish: Delta Spirit officially become the first band I loved at SXSW. The kind people running the Hype Hotel invited me to check them out and, over a couple Miller High Lifes, the group really blew me away. Their new self-titled EP translates amazingly to the stage, the old material gets more of an edge and, as I noted on Spinner's Twitter account last night, I think frontman Matthew Vasquez looks like evil Thomas the footman from 'Downton Abbey.' That's where my mind goes when I drink the Champagne of Beers.
-- 2ish: After a nightcap with former colleagues at the swanky PureVolume House, I stagger back to my hotel and pass at least three devastatingly drunk girls. One is sitting curbside bawling her eyes out while three cops stand around her and stare. A block away, another is sitting on a ledge vomiting on the sidewalk while her friend says encouraging words, yet fails to warn me as I nearly step in puke.
-- 3ish: I set my alarm clock for 10PM, hence this recap going up in the late afternoon instead of the morning. Check back tomorrow for more!