While we were in Austin for SXSW, not only was Tremble founder Jamie McGaw conducting interviews for Tremble, but he also played “Super Party Man” at the Mad Decent/Check Yo Ponytail/Fools Gold show.
Check out this video. Mr. McGaw is the host with the mask and cape.
Let’s just talk about how good this song is. We are going to be chatting with Quilt down in Austin next week, and while coordinating this interview with John (the drummer) I asked him if it would be way cheesy if we conducted the interview in front of a quilt. That I made. Because I make quilts.
(my dog on my quilt)
I came across an article on Colossal about Austin based artist collective “Ink Tank“. They recently created a large scale installation entitled “Last New Year”, which interprets the human reaction to the impending doom of the apocalypse, as predicted by the Mayan Calendar. Below are images of one the installations, titled “Purge” by artist Chris Whiteburch, who is currently finishing a BFA in Studio Art at the University of Texas at Austin.
The fluid movement of the debris being vomited from the bowels of this foreclosed home is delicate and balanced. The abrasive violence of the scene unexpectedly evokes a sense of calm. The artists describe “Last New Year” as a celebration of the end, a study of crisis management, a search for meaning, a chance for closure, and “an unwavering column of truth in a desert of confusion.”
I really want to see this while we are in Austin for SXSW.
Sinkane (Ahmed Gallab) is a Sudanese born musician who’s played in the past with Of Montreal, Yeasayer, and Caribou. Check out his new track “Runnin”, which is available for purchase as a name your own price.
No one could figure out how the dog got on top of the bookshelf. It wasn’t like there was a couch nearby. The doors had been locked when they left, and they were locked when they returned.
“Well, I just can’t get past it…I mean, I know you’re probably sick of hearing about it, but she was ON TOP of the book shelf… just up there curled up in a little ball.”
“That’s the craziest thing I ever heard of… I mean, what’d she do when you walked in?”
“She just kind of looked up at us kind of annoyed we had woken her up… I swear, I just can’t get past it.”
Lina and Craig had been friends when they were younger, but just recently they started hanging out together again.
“It sure is great to spend some time with you again.”
“I said, it’s nice we’re hanging out again.”
“Oh. Yeah, definitely…. on top… of the book shelf, dude… crazy.”
Author : Manuele Atzeni
Title : The Death With Modugno
Album : Sleepwalkers Walk Alone
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“What? I can’t… What?”
I just kept shouting, a finger jammed in one ear a phone pressed to the other.
We met up at a Puerto Rican diner.
“How did you even find this place?”
“It had great Yelp reviews, man… plus, it’s Zagat rated…”
“You’re still drunk, too, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I’ve definitely had a few.”
“So, tell me about this conference?”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you on the phone, man. This guy is the real deal.” <Pregnant Pause> “He’s legit, bro.”
“What does that even mean?”
“He’s fully legit. He’s not just some stoned out tweaker. He does this thing where he plays two flutes at the same time – harmonies with one another, bro! Pan-style! He’s legit.”
I’ve known Preston for about 15 years, or something crazy, but I was still like, what the fuck is this dude talking about? Sitting there, slack jawed kind of half-staring into my revoltillo, I started thinking I might actually go with him.
“Yeah, he’s only in town for like six days or something. He doesn’t travel very far from his home too often.” <No response> “I’m telling you, bro. He uses sound to elevate your consciousness, and dude is LEGIT.”
Brakes screeched in the street just before the truck plowed through the plate glass window sending a booth spiraling into Preston’s leg shattering his shin and ankle. He spent the next two weeks in the hospital.