Monday night is pre-official SXSW partying, so it's pretty fucking sparse. I did catch Bird Peterson, followed by the more famous Flosstradmus, spinning over at Beauty Bar. He also hit the afterparty, at Austin Music Gym. They always have sick after-parties.
More detail, and pictures, after the jump.
The only good party on Monday night was Flosstradamus at Beauty Bar
(7th and I-35), with an opening set by Austin's own Bird Peterson.
Beers were free from about 10 until 10:30, which was confusing, but
welcome. I arrived at 9-ish, and it was a bit quiet, but by 11:00 the
line was a good 40 feet long, full of hipsters in outlandish outfits.
Fixed-gear bikes and mopeds were so numerous that the outside fence
held no more room for bikes needing to be locked, and leaving the place
meant navigating through a maze of tiny-motored mopeds.
Bird spun an ill set, per the usual, and Floss got on at around 12 and played the bassy shit that gets the girlies moving. At 1:30 the place was clearing out, and I met up with Zaoul Zamora, owner of the streetwear shop Complete Clothing (8th and Congress) for drinks and what not at his house. No homo.
Apparently, Floss was scheduled to spin at the after-party over at Austin Music Gym (5th and 35 access road, or something), but I didn't go because I wanted to save my energy for the St. Patrick's Day binge drinking. Austin Music Gym is a pimp ass after-party location though--I remember seeing Dredd Scott there last year and talking with them quite a bit both during and after the performance (it's that small).
I was on my bike, and bitches love a yellow motorcycle. I couldn't get fully shit-faced, but that thing is a pussy-magnet.
Bird spun an ill set, per the usual, and Floss got on at around 12 and played the bassy shit that gets the girlies moving. At 1:30 the place was clearing out, and I met up with Zaoul Zamora, owner of the streetwear shop Complete Clothing (8th and Congress) for drinks and what not at his house. No homo.
Apparently, Floss was scheduled to spin at the after-party over at Austin Music Gym (5th and 35 access road, or something), but I didn't go because I wanted to save my energy for the St. Patrick's Day binge drinking. Austin Music Gym is a pimp ass after-party location though--I remember seeing Dredd Scott there last year and talking with them quite a bit both during and after the performance (it's that small).
I was on my bike, and bitches love a yellow motorcycle. I couldn't get fully shit-faced, but that thing is a pussy-magnet.
- Cass Luskin
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