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Show Recs: Everything I’d See This Week If I Had Unlimited Time and Money and Hermione’s Time Turner

Sun 2/26

Benjamin Francis Leftwich at The Belfast Limelight - Really really really good indie folk. A wallowing music go-to.

The Static Jacks at The Roadhouse in Manchester - Post-punk poppy fun.

Tue 2/28

Girl in a Coma at Bowery Ballroom - These Texas girls are Joan Jett’s babies and their motorcycle post-punk has a little hot sauce twang. Gracias.  

EULA at Cameo Gallery - Post-punk in the brilliant bite-sized punch of lead vocalist Alyse Lamb.

Fort Lean at Santos Party House - Driving guitar, big rock sounds, flying hair. All good.

Thurs 3/1

Young the Giant in Toronto at Sound Academy - Gum-smackin’ good!

Fri 3/2

Pat Benatar at Irving Plaza - Because love is a battlefield.

XYLOS at Mercury Lounge - Electro-pop with strong vocals. These chicks have great shoes, too!

Beach Fossils at Music Hall of Williamsburg - Beachy lo-fi pop. The funnest show you didn’t anticipate would be. These guys are great live. 

You Can Be A Wesley at Pianos - Happy indie pop. A major audio memory trigger. An old friend sent me “Elephants in Rabbit Holes” and it spawned my musical enlightenment.

Sat 3/3

Tennis at Bowery Ballroom - Husband and wife duo sing catchy, dancey indie pop songs about life, and it doesn’t suck. New crush.

Black Taxi and Wicked Tomorrow at The Bowery Electric - Indie rock bands that bring it. And Black Taxi’s tshirts are really cool.

Amy Klein and the Blue Star Band at The Hive - What else needs to be said? It’s Amy Klein. More downtempo and spare than her other efforts.

Little Tybee at The Goatfarm in Atlanta - Tour kickoff.

Sunday 3/4

Coldplay and Mumford and Sons at Radio City Music Hall - Just kidding.

Jane’s Addiction at The Paramount, Huntington, NY - The father of the modern music festival deserves your respect.

SXSW 2011 Day 1 Recap - I’m Official

Borrowed mom’s car and drove to Austin. Bluebonnets are beginning to bloom. Might be full-force when I leave outa here.

Staying in Travis Heights, near South Congress, bouta 2 mile walk to the Austin Convention Center(ACC). Gotta keep fit, yo.

Met up with my work homie Richard Vong at the ACC and we headed out to the Ice Cream Man Party at Club deVille. 


Me with my badge

We caught the last bit of J Roddy Walston and The Business who were a cross between Jerry Lee Lewis and Led Zeppelin. Rip-roaring good time.


J Roddy Walston and The Business

Then Screaming Females took the stage and I was assaulted by their awesomeness. (I’m not the only one who thinks so. Check this.) The vocalist and guitarist Marissa Paternoster is nothing less than a virtuoso on the electric guitar. A tiny mite of a girl with a big voice and skills so impressive that I heard more than one dude in the audience swear to give up playing guitar they were so unworthy.  I love chick guitar players and my spirit is buoyed by a talent as impressive as hers. From the screaming vocals where Paternoster literally swallows the mic to the heart-attack-inducing riffs, this is a band to see live and love. My shitty iphone photo doesn’t do justice.


Marissa Paternoster of Screaming Females

Headed out solo to Emo’s after that to see @NoJoy and @BeachFossils.

No Joy played a strong set but the vocals were drowned out. I literally did not hear a single human-originated noise. Annoying.


No Joy

Beach Fossils were a surprising torpedo of truth that spawned a healthy mosh pit with their fun-loving, lo-fi, beach-punk goodness. I saw them last year at Bowery Ballroom and the mood was more subdued. This night they were like Mexican jumping beans, flailing around the stage, eliciting gasp after gasp from me as I feared they would take out each other with their uber-bouncing antics, then bracing myself as the crowd got into the spirit. Someone next to me noted, “I didn’t expect Beach Fossils to be a mosh band.”  

I was totally pooped so didn’t stay for @surferblood. Caught a cab back to the hood and felt blessed to ride 2 miles in style rather than hoofing it. Slept like a lamb.