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.
Moonshine's, on 6th, Buffalo Billiards, walking home
Hole In the Wall, on the street
Starbucks, Urban Outfitters stage
(Trying again so you can see these bigger)
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.
-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)
Waiting near the bar.
With telephone microphones!
Greg at Buffalo Billiards