Still Crazy

The Tape Op Magazine party (which Panty Line Press helped sponsor) was, in short, amazing. There was the requisite line out the door for the duration of the event, surely spurred on by the presence of Tape Op founder, Larry Crane. (Full disclosure: He also doubles as my fiance and best friend - but I don't think I'm being too bias here!) Of course the incredible set by Quasi, as well as the free drinks were also a draw. I'm stopping myself from putting hearts and smiley faces all over Quasi's name. They are one of my all-time favorite bands. They rule. If you don't know their music, you should. That's my non-Courtney Love rant for the day. Speaking of... I tried to see Hole, as promised. However, that crazy bitch can still draw a crowd. There was a line - one that was not going to move. That's the nature of SXSW - and the reason I covet those party invites. The private parties are the way to see bands at this event. Anything remotely resembling "planning" or "hope" often goes out the window when confronted with thousands of people who have the same idea to see the same show, at the same time. Regardless, there is always music to be heard - even if it's from the street. And somehow, somewhere there's often a margarita waiting - and that makes it all okay. Last night was met with foiled plans at every turn, but it didn't take away from the fact that, in this moment, Austin is the epicenter of rock. There are stars everywhere here - I'm off to see them now.