Saturday Morning – Austin Texas. Chubby Guy #2, Moby look-a-like and I hit the free breakfast at our hotel. Chubby Guy #2 is nursing a swollen nose after he took a header off a table and into a pipe on the roof of our hotel the night before. I had the camera ready for pictures of the initial bloody nose, but he got all bent out of shape. So, we make a plate of terrible free hotel breakfast food and sit down.
As I read the local Austin Bugle, or whatever their local rag is called, I notice the picture and front page headline. It reads “Happiness & Harmony,” and shows a picture of a jubilant young man with his arms raised in the air (waving them like he just doesn’t care) enjoying his time at the Austin City Limits concert. I can’t help think to myself what that headline would be like if Austin had a paper like the NY Post. I assume they’d have a picture of a topless broad in the crowd with a headline that read, “Austin Titty Limits.” But I digress.
So, to keep a chronological theme going here, I believe I left off with Thursday afternoon. Sometime around 7:00 we got seated at the world famous Stubb’s and decided to get the three meat, three sides all you can eat family style thing. It was glorious! I think I have pictures, I’ll have Moby look-a-like put them in this blog. After dinner, Them Crooked Vultures were playing outside but Chubby Guy #2 and I, me being Chubby Guy #1, went straight into a food coma, picked up a case of beer and took a disco nap. Sometime around 11:00 I hit the pool deck to smoke a cigarette and ran into eight sorority girls from Kappa something or other. They finished our case and talked about their boyfriends for the next half an hour.
Friday was a full day of interviews. Nelo, Raphael Saddiq, Phoenix, Trail of Dead, Sarah Watkins, K’Naan, Low Anthem, The Greencards and Mishka. All should be up on ACL Festival Radio soon. I’d post pictures of me with all the bands, but I’m Chubby Guy #1 and I look like a turd.
From there it all went downhill. Lone Stars and flaming Dr. Pepper shots fueled our way back to Stubb’s for STS9 and The Virgins. It was during STS9 that I captured that cute little freak dancing, she caught me taking her picture, loved it and made me promise to email it to her. And then that led to the drunken header into the pipe on the roof so eloquently by Chubby Guy #2. And here we are, back at the media tent waiting to interview bands in the rain.
Smell ya later.
