On the eve of St. Patty's, when the streets of Boston run
green with beer, debauchery, and Irish pride, the Murphys raged for a sold-out,
psychotically amped-up crowd at the HoB. A sea of shamrock green -- shirts,
Mardi Gras beads, wigs, and one particularly festive mohawk -- surged
throughout the venue Tuesday night, as the Murphys did what they do best: put
on a kick-ass, raw-boned rock show.
SXSW DAY ONE
12:20 PM. PASTE MAGAZINE PARTY AT GALAXY ROOM. Sneak in the door just in time to learn how to pronounce BASIA BULAT's first name, and to see her play a really great song on a granny harp -- which will be your new favorite instrument if you like to hammer on shit and strum on shit at the same time. I have no idea why there aren't more black metal bands with electric granny harps.
So I’m out back at Side Bar waiting for that dude Kosha Dillz to rock. It was a showcase for his distributor, so I figured I would show some hip-hop love among the indie rock snobs.
I went to order my second free Lone Star, and the bartender asked who I was there to see. I told her I came for the only rapper on the bill, and she told me that something happened or some shit.
This is a picture of the cab driver who just took me into downtown Austin. His shit was tricked out, but that’s not the point. The point is that I waited for 45 minutes for the shuttle that I paid $40 for. I want my money back you bitches. Your service sucks giant donkey dicks.
Dem Texas boys support their own. I’m pretty sure that every rapper from within 100 miles of this motherfucker was at La Zona Rosa for the Paul Wall and Chamillionaire reunion. I’m still semi-blinded from the light dancing off all the cheap bling.
But first a little back story. Four years ago I was down here with my homeys from UnderGroundHipHop.
-Ceiling fan duster (cause I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
-Twin draft guard (cause that weed smoke be blowin’ through the door mang)
-PupStep PLUS (for all my dawgs)
-St. Francis bird feeder (fo da chickenheads)
-Stainless steel wallet (word to Ghostface; nuff said)
-Bigfoot Garden Yeti Stature (son is mad brolic)
It ain’t easy getting a dance party going on the first day of SXSW: nobody is permadrunk yet, everyone’s still thinking about how they look (bands included), and people are smartly storing their energy for the fest’s three main days.
This was no challenge for Brooklyn/Provdence duo Javelin, who set up a heap of MPCs, drum pads, and spray painted boomboxes (used as ersatz crusty speaker cabs!), and unleashed a half hour of crowd loosening, quirk heavy, clip-hop dance jams.
Starbucks, Urban Outfitters stage
(Trying again so you can see these bigger)
Hole In the Wall, on the street
Moonshine's, on 6th, Buffalo Billiards, walking home
You see these two pics? Well remember these faces – Homeboy Sandman (Queens) and Zeale (Austin); they’re two motherfuckers who you’ll be seeing quite a bit of.
Zeale beat the trash out of his early afternoon audience at Peckerheads. The Nah Right / Smoking Section party is about to really pop (Yelawolf is rocking at the moment), but these two knocked the bitch up.
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