|photo courtesy of an official kick-ass photographer of the Shaky Knees Festival|
Oh, like you're surprised I used this magnificent image of my fantasy husband defying gravity while executing a textbook rock jump at the end of the Old 97's set as my header pic. Please. Have we not met??!?
Okay, so as penned in the prior post, I'd like to share some (a lot) photos and comments from our most excellent festival weekend.
First off, my woefully inept sense of direction lead us four miles out of the way, and that was WITH the aide of google maps. But then again, if I had not been such a giant asshat, we wouldn't have gone through this snappy neighborhood.
|stylin' kicks to go with...|
|victim of spontaneous combustion|
or midday alien abduction
Still...God bless UBER! Our salvation came in the form of a decked-out, black Camry with the air on full force. Aaaaaaaaaa...melting postponed, for 15 minutes anyway.
Quick note: The world is a small place, my friend. After posting a couple tweets about the festival, one of my imaginary Old 97's friends from Chicago, Suzanne tweeted she was their, too. Standing against the fencing waiting for the Pixies to begin, a lovely, dark-haired girl turned to face me. It was Suzanne! Tens of thousands of people, and she was standing right in front of me? How is that even possible?!?
|Suzanne, Julie and Jamie|
the sisterhood of the traveling 97's fans
|that's young tim in the front|
that's the soap dong on the left
So many questions.
Starting and ending with WHY?? There's one in the ladies room as well, along with a mirror covering the entire wall opposite the toilet. Like I need to sit there and watch myself answer nature's call. Again...Why? Why? That's messed up, Atlanta.
|thanks ladies and gent for a fabulous finish to our adventure|
|SXSW Jr starts with bloody marys|
|zues getting... friendly|
|young moses is pleased|
|you can never be too careful|
|port-o-pottys from heaven|
|young people are adorbs... and baffling|
|our shade compadre, kurt from germany|
|and suddenly we're in Don Draper's world|
|yeah, i don't know|
|the ridiculously long food truck line proved too|
great for this man
|put your hands in the air like you just don't care|
|mary ann as the meat in the VIP dead guy sammie|
On today's episode of Jesus Recommends: Social Distortion gets the Holy High Five.
|day two forecast:|
extra fragrant with a chance of passed out youth
|hydrate, hydrate, hydrate|
|thank the little baby jesus for cloud coverage|
|mother mary groovin' to the beats in Barney headwear|
|frank turner checking out the bronx|
best dimples around
|he seems nice|
|we must have taken a wrong turn in Albuquerque|
nope. that's about right
|the main stage area|
|Ponce and Boulevard stages|
apparitions of wilco
**warning: a ridiculous amount of Old 97's photos are about to fly at yo face
***i can't quit them
****i'm not sorry
THIS is how you start a concert!
The question remains, how in the hell does Rhett not bruise his brain?
All that beautiful hair swinging to and fro...
|my favorite front line|
|he has as much fun as us|
courtesy of shaky knees
|seriously, these guys are my church|
how appropriate they played on a sunday
I've seen a number of ladies join in on this song. One of these days ONE of them will actually match the head banging intensity set forth by Mr. Miller.
|i love them so hard|
|nikki lane featuring her shorty shorts|
they make me nervous
the shorts, not her
|waiting for frank turner in Hell|
|frank turner at masquerade|
Recovery. My favorite. How great is it to hear a packed house sing your words back to you? Pretty damn great!
|frank turner doing his thing|
i'm still a little bitter about missing this AGAIN
photo courtesy of shaky knees
One more, because it's fun to watch all that punk energy. And he cusses. :)
|jukebox the ghost|
They are a fun trio. Great way to start a three-day festival.
one of my favorite bands from the UK or anywhere
Doo Doo.. Doo... Doo Doo.. Doo
The Dude has got the MOVES!!
|large party marker|
clearly they are festival veterans
One of the new finds for us was Real Estate. They sound a bit like Death Cab For Cutie. We really enjoyed them.
|the pixies black francis|
|crowd surfing at the pixies|
One of the three songs I like, Wave of Mutilation.
|our view for Dr. Dog|
laying in the shade with a cocktail...
a bit of heaven
|all festivals begin and end with bloody marys|
|a little love in my cup|
i love you, too shaky knees