tobie and huckleberry, her 5-month old australian shepherd. he is crazy cute.
south congress agave.
upon waking on saturday, rachel and i went to thunderbird coffee just up the street from our little house to meet tobie and catch up. rachel and tobie studied abroad together in aix and she lives in austin, doing a Ph.D program at university of texas. she brought along her new dog, huckleberry, who is super cute and wiggly. he was really excited to be in the coffeeshop and around a legion of adoring customers and kept bark-yelping to express his utter happiness. amanda eventually joined us and the four of us crossed the street to get breakfast tacos at el chilito, which were bangin. post-tacos, we all walked back down 22nd and relaxed in the house for a while, enjoying the sleepy warmth.
after some naps and laziness, chris and i went for a ride down to the atm that turned into a neighborhood tour of the area just north of campus. there are some totally gorgeous places all over this city, and the particular neighborhood we were in was lush, dense southwestern forest.
after we got back, the four of us piled into the bus and headed to south congress street to walk around, people watch, and eventually eat more food. we stopped at a little food truck park and everyone (save me) ate at a thai truck called "coat and thai." i went to short bus subs and got an amazing hummus and veggie sub that i destroyed only moments after unwrapping it. we walked back down to riverside and caught the 20 back to the venues and saw another night of incredible music.
highlights from the saturday night shows include: prince rama destroying beauty ballroom with some incredibly loud psychedelic dance jams, then coming out on the floor to perform a choreographed dance number. both of them grinded on me and amanda, about which we were really stoked. mmoss played 3 songs, one of which was a 17 minute freakout that was totally hypnotizing. singapore sling was super off-putting at first, then they became incredible, doing jesus and mary chain/velvet underground drone jams while standing completely still. they were super druggy. pure x didn't play any of the songs i wanted to hear, but what they did play was gorgeous. and quilt closed out my night with the best set i've seen them play, totally using the energy of the fest to jam the fuck out. they were spectacular.
more highlights: jamming on a homemade thumb piano while someone i didn't know messed with a bunch of pedals. we created a huge wave of delaying drone in the middle of the vendors area. riding in the taxi back to the house was also fun, as i attempted to have a conversation with an incredibly drunk man that went from fun and pleasant to hilarious and obnoxious. we started out talking about the festival and bands we'd enjoyed. dude mentioned that he was playing, so i asked him what band. he replied, "have you ever heard of this little band called the brian jonestown massacre?" obviously, he was not in that band. over the course of the next ten minutes, we learned that he was not playing the fest, but he once played tambourine for a band that opened for brian jonestown maybe a couple of years ago. "people weren't into it, so i got up and left. and now i resent this WHOOOOLE town, man."
rachel's in the shot.
nutrients are illegal.
a band (?) that did not play psych fest, but plastered their stickers everywhere.
america's gonna get ~crazy~.