I didn't go to after hours last night. Not because I was necessarily done partying - and not even because I was excited to get back to my hotel and break into the pool. I flipped my switch at 3am because, well, I'd had my fix for the evening and then some. Meet the group that tied me off and found the vein.
As Colombian hip-hop Gods Choc Quib Town blew down the stage at Momo's, I felt like Michael J. Fox at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. I found. That sound. That I'd been looking for.
Despite not understanding their lyrics, I sang along. Though I can't dance - and don't dance - I grabbed the closest ass and attached her to my crotch. It was one of the best hours of live music that I've ever experienced; some call Choc Quib world music - I call them the sweetest blend of hip-hop and Latin flavor since [sorry - my SXSW schedule is too hectic for me to compose compelling analogies].
Anyway...I haven't had such a shit-eating grin since the last time I ate a diarrhea sandwich. If you're in Austin, be sure to check their last showcase Saturday night at Beauty Bar.