Well, our friends over at Stereogum just promised they’re never posting about SXSW 2008 ever again, and it’s about time I do the same. I seem to recollect promising some photographic evidence of Paste’s exploits in Austin, so here you go.
Nick gets intense with a potential “Pay What You Want"-er.
Moby landed his spacecraft and made some white folks dance (eventually) in Stubbs’ back yard.
Akron/Family at the Convention Center-- an awesome, freaky, trippy, folky show during which I could not shake the gray-ceilinged, industrial-carpeted, modular-walled feeling of being back at one of my high school Model United Nations conferences.
Austin (the WebWarrior, not the city) takes on THE BLOGGER CAGE!
Keds-wearing Peter Moren and a largely superfluous string section play our day party at Volume.
The Dell Lounge folks hung up this giant banner on the first day, and throughout the next three days our party patrons graffiti’d it all up. By the last day, it had taken on the look of a whacked-out middle school bathroom wall. Sophomoric doodling abounded.
Look, it’s Bon Iver playing Mohawk’s patio! Yeah, exactly. I’m not a short person, but this was as good as the view got for me.
The best seat at Volume was this big box under the front staircase. And by “best seat” I mean “practically the only actual seat in the entire venue.” Good thing it was right behind our table o’ free stuff. This is Kaki King, incidentally. She could probably beat you up.
Liam Finn and EJ at another of our day parties, shortly before he threw off his guitar and maniacally drummed-and-sung his way into our hearts. This is a better photo that more closely conveys Finn’s greatness, but it’s vertical and all the other photos were horizontal and it was really uneven looking and that freaked me out.
Garbage, garbage, Nate, Austin. Nate is taking a picture of Caren and I with one of the disposable Kodak Digital cameras we handed out at the parties. If you happened to get one of those cameras, and if you happened to actually develop the pictures, you can email them to pastegumpix at gmail dot com.
Caren and I took a pedicab ride. Despite whatever my facial expression here might indicate, it was actually SUPER FUN!
Kevin Barnes’ DJ set closed out our day parties. This basically involved him sitting at his laptop. However, he wore a sparkly red cumberbund while doing so. You can’t see it here, but trust me, it was a mighty fine cumberbund. As cumberbunds go. Shall I say cumberbund again? Cumberbund!
On our last evening in Austin, 3/4ths of the Paste multimedia crew pass out in the one hotel room the staff was left with for the night. And I cement my position as Paste’s Resident Creepster McGee. The end.
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