Last night was our first gig – a music for film showcase – at Skinny’s, the newest venue in town. I knew it was going to be a good night when after making a 10-point strategy for parking (Alissa biked, Dave walked, Colin fit everyone’s instruments in his trunk), we snagged two spaces right out front.
Those SxSW Interactive kids did not disappoint. Slowly they trickled in – with their sun-kissed, last night of vacation smiles on – ‘til it was pretty packed by time we hit the stage. A mixed crowd, the best kind.
Revelation: I love being on a high stage. It just gives me that rush of confidence that we belong there. A few songs in, our new crazy fan Hiram was parading around with Please, Please Me panties on his head. (Don’t ask me how he got them off of Alissa.)
The crowd leaned closer where I first got behind the drumkit. As we played She Leaves Notes on, a few disco dance’y New York hip kids waltzed and got everyone dancin’. (The only true marker I use to gage the success of a show.)
Of course, I still needed to beg & plead to get people onstage to kazoo. My mom, who happened to be in the audience, shoved kazoos in two girls’ hands and pushed them onstage. Go stage mom, go!
The ladies danced like never before. Later, a friend overheard them in the bathroom. One said, “I always wanted to do something like that.” The other, “I can’t believe you dragged me up there. So humiliating.”
Happy southby y’all! One may be humiliation. But fifteen’s a party.
& even Kid Rock's done it.
I may never see those girls again: I had to hand out blank kazoos at the show…. Tragic! The jessietorrisi.com stickers only showed up this evening. Maybe they’ll find me if they google, “who’s that girl with the kazoos?”
But the party’s just getting started. & I’m pumped.
Discoveries so far: the egg white omelet at the Four Seasons, the sound system at Skinny’s, looking for a parter-in-crime to see Ximena Sarinana and hurl my body into the crowd at the Strokes.
