

It was St. Patrick’s Day, and the last day of South By Southwest, and a Saturday night, and everybody was drunk and angry and tired. Public transportation in Austin, at least during SXSW, is pathetic. It’s impossible to find a taxi. The buses run at infrequent intervals, and when you finally board them, they roll like snails. Fuck this place, I thought as we pulled away.

Here are some brief thoughts on the tacos I ate in Austin.

A shirtless man with short black swim trunks standing in the middle of the street, screaming at people who walked past and tugging wildly at his crotch.

Yesterday (Wednesday) was my first taste of the overwhelmingness of SXSW, and I responded poorly to it. But I saw some things. Oh, I saw some things.


The Village Voice Media SXSW Showdown rocked hard into the wee hours of this morning, thanks to the Wu-Tang clan, who left the stage right around 2 a.m. and passed the torch to Erykah Badu. Check out the story of the show over at Rocks Off, the music blog for our sister paper the Houston Press.
Wayne Coyne, of the Liberty Hall-bound Flaming Lips, just wants your full attention
Dancefestopia, a hip-hop and pop-oriented festival, arrives this weekend
Summer 2012 music concerts
Music Forecast May 31-June 6: DJ Ozgood, Blitzen Trapper, New Edition, Disney classics and more
The Rumblejetts' Jud Kite on drums, art and the band's latest, Motor Honey
Q&A: Eric Earley of Blitzen Trapper
Xiu Xiu's Jamie Stewart on art, human angst and naps
Joe Pug on touring, giving music away, and becoming an adult