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We're back from South by Southwest. It was so much
more than we expected, and seriously the most fun we've ever had as a
band. Despite all the complimentary libations, we're going to do our
best at recapping our experience. Because and away we go....
Like
we said in our last blog, we toured up and down and all around the
country before finally making it to Austin. We played shows in
Cleveland, Chicago, Toronto, Columbus, Milwaukee... While in Cleveland,
we made friends with the staff at The Beachland Ballroom, the venue we
played at that night. We stayed after hours and danced to Brendan
Benson, Blur, and Abba, thanks to David, the best bartender slash DJ
ever to walk the streets of Cleveland. When we got back to our hotel,
something happened where Joe and Seb got in a huge brawl. Over what? We
have no idea. Joe and Seb were covered in mud and we woke up with
various combinations of the following: sore muscles, sprained fingers,
chunks of hair missing from our heads, and cracked ribs. Then we ate
Denny's for breakfast and were on our way.
While
on the road, we were simultaneously trying to work on a separate project
that we had started before we left. We had a friend ship out our
computer with all our pre-recorded files on it, and we posted up in a
hotel room in the boonies of some really cold town to meet our deadline.
The band stayed up all night while Meredith and Joe finished vocals,
and Jamesy spent his birthday mixing. We sent the project via really
slow wifi just as it was due, which meant overstaying our welcome at
said inn and lots of calls from the front desk saying we needed to get
the hell out of there. Eventually we did.
With a
couple days before SXSW, we stopped at a motel just outside of Little
Rock, AR, where we planned a budget birthday bash for Jamesy. Pizza and
drinking games at a cheap motel! As if we hadn't learned our lesson
already, many towns in the middle of the country are not like LA.
There's no late night delivery, chinese food, pizza... nothing. So we
skipped dinner and got sloshed. We played King's Cup, which we are now
currently obsessed with. You should see how fast we can plow through a
30-pack. That night ended in a pillow fight.
3/16/10
On our
last leg of driving, we were really pumped that we were finally going
to be pulling into Austin. The project we were working on was done, and
we couldn't wait for whatever shenanigans the next four days had in
store for us.
Just
as we see Austin's downtown city lights in the distance, Seb got a call
from our lawyer who had Steven Tyler on the phone for Joe. We're not
kidding. He had just listened to our music and was so stoked on it that
he had to talk to Joe, and said we sound like "The Mamas and the Papas
on acid." If that's not a good start to SX, what is?
We
arrived at our destination around 9pm, quickly got ready and met up with
our manager Emily White and some friends downtown. We stopped by a
couple venues, saw a few bands, met our UK booking agent Rob
Challice and his boss Paul for the first time and Bon Iver's young and
beautiful manager. We missed our friends Classixx play but hung out with
them anyway because we like them. They gave us free beer and vodka.
That's what friends are for, right?
3/17/10
Seb and
Emily woke up early to have breakfast with a French lady with beautiful
hands and a treacherously thick accent.
The rest of us stopped by the convention center to
wait in an embarrassingly long line for some purple hologram
wristbands and free backpacks, then bee-lined it to the nearest BBQ
stand for pulled pork burritos. Meredith and Seb went back to the
convention center for a podcast interview for LikeZEBRA and free beer,
while the rest of us were sloths at the hotel until we could pull it
together.
We all
met up at the Virgin Free House via serious wristband transferring
skills, where we polished off a number of free vodka drinks and Seb fell
in love with three different girls. We wished our booking agent Steve
Ferguson a happy birthday, and then headed over to Stubb's to watch
Spoon. Our friend Sean was denied entrance because the door guy said he
looked like a terrorist, and our lawyer Heidy ripped him a new one. Once
we were in, Farley made his way through the crowd to the very front,
only to realize he doesn't like Spoon. We hailed some cabs, and just as
we got one, Farley disappeared into a bush. Meredith and our
documentarian Chris went home in the first cab, where she was hit on by
the driver and acquired his number. Farley, Joe, and Christina spent the
next hour trying to hail another one. Jamesy and Seb were nowhere to be
found, and we later found out Steve spotted Seb stumbling down the
streets of Austin alone, heading back to the place we had stayed the
night before, where he and James spent the night spooning our
management and attorney.
3/18/10
We
started our morning very hungover by drinking beer in the
van and playing a day show at Cafe Mundi with our friend Sydney Wayser.
We left shortly after to stop by the SPIN Artist Loft. But remember that
project I mentioned earlier? The one we had to complete on deadline?
Well, turns out there were some problems with the files, so Jamesy spent
his afternoon fixing the project and FedExing packages while the rest
of us chowed on Wahoo's tacos, downed vodka lemonades, played ping pong
and got free stuff. Jamesy, we owe you!
We
then booked it down to a wine bar to play an acoustic show that was
streamed live on Viewtopia. Saw our friends The Chapin Sisters, and then
hauled ass somewhere else. Probably had too much wine by that time.
Later
that night we stopped by Beauty Bar where Joe and Christina fell in love
with various members of Moonrats, then went to Stubb’s for Band of
Horses and Broken Social Scene. Not many details because we don’t
really remember them.
3/19/10
Seb,
Meredith, Farley and Chris woke up early for the BMI brunch, then
watched Emily speak on a panel about building a high value fan list. We
stopped by the Fader Fort where we usurped some free Levi's and Lady
Gaga t-shirts. We then went Maggie Mae's to play the Sonicbids party.
Still thirsty and hungover, we drank water that tasted like beer and
then booked it to The Ale House for our Coda Showcase. We killed it, if
we do say so ourselves. Meredith and Christina charmed the pants off the
British industry (not literally, we don't think), drank many more
drinks, and then ran over to various venues to catch our friends and
fellow Whitesmith family members (the funny ones) Margaret Cho and
Kevin Avery tickle some funny bones. At this point most of us were
seeing double. We went back to the Ale House to load out and watch some
friends play, where Christina kissed a married man.
The
next morning we booked it back to LA with eight people in the van and no
hotel breaks so we could make it in time for our show with Gomez at the
El Rey Theatre. We ran out of gas and hung out at an abandoned gas
station in the middle of Texas for two and a half hours, and called a
sketchy number where a man with a thick Texan accent said he'd bring us
five gallons for fuel for $125. Eventually we made it
home, showered, and played a great show. It was Christina's
birthday and she acquired a number of shots, so she left all her
birthday gifts at the venue. Real smart, Schrodes.
So, in
short, or, actually this was torturously long, we got way more out of
SXSW than we expected. Yes, we did expect free stuff, free booze,
babes, and music, but the memories we don't remember will last a
lifetime.