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SxSW 2010 – Random Funny Moments

V.V. Brown sang at the British Music Embassy. Before singing she talked about how she loves music, and her parents were from Jaimaca and Puerto Rico (she is pretty!). After the show the brother-in-law talked about her and didn’t think she’d said that. As she was walking off stage I stopped her to ask where she said her parents were from. She answered. I looked at the bro and said, “HA!”, VV, who had no idea why, also looked at him and said, “HA!” and then she walked off.

At some point E$ suggested I get posters from various places as we went around. An awesome idea because there were some great poster designs – the only problem was the guilt/awkward feeling of taking one randomly. I didn’t think too much of it obviously, because I have 5 now … and there were tons all over the place. But at one venue I stopped a random girl, “hey do you think it’s ok if I take that poster?” The girl responded, “umm, I don’t know? I don’t work here, but I don’t have a problem with you taking one.” I said, “ok, as long as someone ok’d it.” Boom.

Walking along the street Joseph Gordon-Levitt handed us fliers for a movie he was there promoting. My brother in law said, “I loved you on SNL!” (he had been on recently), meanwhile I stared and thought, “man that guy looks like that dude.”

We got on a bus full of drunk music-goers. They were singing well-known songs like the theme from Gilligan’s Island, the Jefferson’s and some Journey song. At some an older Mexican dude gets on the bus. He seems pleased by the singing, and would randomly repeat a line a number of times (there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to it). If I had been drunk, the singing would’ve been great, but since I wasn’t, the old Mexican dude made it great.

SxSW 2010 – Me, Bubbz, and Racism

Here’s a funny/could be perceived as racist thing that happened from SxSW two years ago.

We went to ‘British Invasion Night’ at the British Music Embassy – which featured artists from … yeah. They had posters up on the wall for various performers. Here are a few.

A girl, named … ready for this? Ghettozoid, who was either queen of the hipsters or a musician started talking to my sister, E$. The three of us ended up talking to Bristol for a while and we told her about a game we were playing – identifying hipster trends. We mentioned jeans jackets and she laughed and said “yep.” (Later, when her and Bubbz, the dude she performed with talked to us … she pointed at his jeans jacket and laughed. Awesome.)

Ghettozoid had pointed out the guy she was going to perform with, a black dude with a fro of sorts. Then I say, “oh cool he’s on one of the posters!” or something like that. I gesture to this poster – a poster of a black dude with a fro of sorts.

You can guess where this is going.

Thankfully Ghettozoid’s very nice (every time I say her name I laugh) and says oh that’s another guy but yes they DO look alike! Oof. If I was her I wouldn’t have been able to resist the ‘not all black people look alike’ joke. But maybe with an added, ‘but all black people DO like watermelon’ just to keep me confused … No? No good? Anywho, we ended up talking to them after they finished singing and they told us about another show they’d be doing on I think Saturday (I think it was Thursday night when we saw them). At that moment … we became groupies! On Saturday when we showed up to watch them they greeted us with hugs (yeah, what’s up).

Here’s to racism, SxSW, meeting talented artists, and hipsters! (The picture below is Ghettozoid and Bubbz.)

SxSW 2010

In a few weeks I’ll be going to South by Southwest with a group of friends. Some of them you “know.” There’s Rainbow Speak, JuiceBox, E$, Theresa (she’s commented occasionaly) and airplane (so nicknamed for her love of airplanes).

Two years ago I went with my brother-in-law and sister, and we had a blast. We played a game where we decided to keep count of hipster fashion statements. Among the items we looked for:

  • stone-washed jeans jackets
  • ridiculous mustaches
  • have a bike or the phrase ‘dude I want want soooo bad but I just don’t have the cash right now’

There were probably more but it’s been two years, so … ya know.

In the hopes of meeting a pretty lady I am going to practice my looks. I figure if a girl is really into musicians she might like a guy who looks:

  • wonder-torn
  • soul-hungry
  • whimsically-funereal

I’m just talking nonsense. But I figure ‘moody’ would be the look to go for (unfortunately I am too quick to laugh).

I am excited about the music, and the people watching. There were a lot of random moments I really enjoyed, so this week I’m going to write about those.