sxsw photoliteracy take three

f-f-f-friday

on our way downtown we stopped at this hole-in-the-wall bbq joint to have "breakfast."
this is what we had:

and

come to think of it, i have no idea what our vegetarian 8-pack member ate that day. (sowwy snack).
after that hearty meal, we walked to sixth and red river to emo's to try and get into Windish Agency & Pitchfork's crazy good line-up of a showcase. And after waiting for only two minutes we were in, which was sweet because this is what we got to see:
woods

wavves (sashy fell in like with man on left, not right)

then a quasi-gross security guard snuck victorious and i into the main room of emo's (we had been at the outdoor stage the whole time) so that we were able to see the fabulous
dirty projectors

it was vic's first time seeing them, so that was very special. the shitty thing was though, the security guard (josh) who snuck us in, expected us to repay him (somehow?). unfortunately (fortunately for me) he had a crush on victoria so she had to pretend that she was going to give him a hayjay or something, even though she never ever ever intended on actually doing it.
oh the sacrifices we pretend we're going to make... something we like to call "taking one for the team..."
we quickly went back outside to see
king khan

and the shrines

whose set was great, always is. but this time it inspired me to join a band. not as a musician per se, but as a cheer-leading, sweat-drenched dancer. but instead, i would actually stay on the beat.

though we were burnt out and beginning to sober up, sash, vic and i stuck around for department of eagles.

all i gotta say is HOLY SHIT that was the best set i saw all week. (sorry lo)
such beautiful beautiful music.
the only thing i regret is not peeing before their set. i didn't want to lose my place but my weak bladder was a tiny bit distracting. i may have even piddled a teensy bit.

after that show we took off to the caswell house for the annual north by northeast bbq. it's the best party because they have amazing food and free mooseheads available to all canadians, not just the ones with the wristbands (scoff scoff cdn blast bbq).
three or four bands played upstairs in this beautiful mansion but of course i missed all of them.
i was too busy socializing with my fellow canadians, and secretly wondering if jill barber is actually dating grant lawrence, and whether or not steve jordan remembered my sister ripping his shirt off the night before:

[okay i think we did have a real photo of it but unfortunately laura's camera didn't make it back to canada safely... so you'll have to pretend basia = l.katz and steve's shirt is ripped open.]

after the bbq we went back to our quaint little house to get ready for more. most of the girls showered and napped while i got dragged out to see a girl from nevada city california named
alela diane.

jack the snack looooves her and made it her ultimate goal to see her during sxsw. alela was slotted to play the swanky showcase at the hilton garden inn, quite upscale compared to the other venues in the festival. it changed up the pace which keeps things interesting, however, it also bumped up the door price to $13 USD! that doesn't seem like a lot but it is when you convert it to our shoddy canadian buck. So rather than paying, we decided to peek into the adjacent kitchen to see if it was empty and that way we could sneak through.
it wasn't empty. there were two hotel employees in there cleaning up from, what i'm sure was, a long day. that didn't stop us though. jack simply asked if we could please pass through the kitchen to get to the other side. she was completely honest and told them how badly we wanted to see her but that we didn't want to surrender what seemed like a fortune to the wayside.
they said yes. and even fed us along the way!
we sat front row and though i was pretty drunk by this point, and nearly falling asleep, i can confidently say that she blew me away.
After her set we walked on over to Ms. Bea's to meet up with the other ladies, say hi to todd p. and watch a whole lotta health.


but not before stopping at the corner store to purchase a 12 can case of dos equis. the last time i ventured to ms. bea's (the previous night), i was boozeless, and i vowed to never do that again.
i was pretty bombed while watching health.

which was good cause they kept me on my toes.
that is, until i could be kept on my toes no longer.
i got whisked away by victor and avi to go home and get a head start on ridding my inevitably looming hangover. yes, the fomo (fear of missing out) frightened me, but when i learned that the other lassies went off and saw sam roberts (again) it quickly subsided. though i'm sure i missed out, this is me pretending i didn't.